“I love you sweetie. You are always there for me.”

“Even when I haven’t shaved in centuries??”

“Especially.”

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Today has been a different day. It’s kinda stuck to yesterday so I’m having a hard time separating the two. It feels like it’s been one very long, very very odd day. I tried to write a bit this morning around before I got into bed around 9 or 10. It was unsuccessful though cos the letters just wouldn’t sit still and before long it became exhausting.

I love weekends. I love the carelessness and lack of responsibility (on a good one). I abuse my days off like no other. It makes me happy. I feel like driving to nowhere in particular, just to drive. It feels like a chore more often than not and when I want to go it’s hard not to.

Sooo… This morning. After I gave up here I moseyed on over to flickr and looked at photos for what seemed like forever. They were so good and pretty, it really made me want to get a nice camera and perhaps see what happens? Even if damage is all I can do it would still be nice to have lots of photos. I stopped taking so many when my Cybershot broke. I manage to make it work but it’s so… pitiful, poor thing.

I got a call this morning from a number I didn’t recognize and was… alarmed? I can’t think of the right word to use cos I can’t decide quite how I felt about it. I think it’s played a part in why today has been so silly. I was way out of it, I get a little strange if I’ve been involved with sleep. Morning is a very delicate time of the day, it’s so easy to screw up.

I need to take a shower and do something with myself, but I can’t stop thinking “I’ll get off my computer after I listen to one more song…” I’m bad about that, how is staying in bed for five more minutes going to hurt my day? But then that becomes an issue because 5 minutes will turn into practically an hour, or in more extreme cases a good six.

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