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[same_sky]

I am so sleepy and yet I'm not in bed. I could swear that I have written that exact sentence a hundred times in my blogging career. Why, oh why, can I not learn to go to bed earlier? I was so sleepy this morning that I didn't even hear my really loud and annoying alarm for over a minute, and then I incorporated snooze into my dreams for twenty-five minutes. I love snooze.

I still don't have much to say, apparently. Actually, I have so little to say that I am currently threatening to write a poem about how I have nothing to say. Although there's not a chance of that happening.. just a bit of a joke, as I have been having a few discussions regarding bad poetry with a friend. I have the first line or two written, though. "As I lie awake / thinking of you" We decided the other day that that was the first sign of a crappy poem, so naturally it must be included. I need a hobby.

Also, you probably wish that you had been over for dinner tonight. I gotta say, I really can cook sometimes.

Comments

[courtesy.livejournal.com]

What did you have what did you have what did you have??!! Yum (in anticipation)!! :)

[helloheather.livejournal.com]

Hahaha...writing crappy poems on purpose could BE your hobby. Then you coudl feel all ironic and stuff, and laugh a lot. :) Sounds like fun to me.