Maybe I should stop taking it all so personally. It cannot possibly be all about me. Insert here a number of posts and YM status messages I got to read lately. But it is so funny when I receive "answers" to the questions I have. My first reaction was "Stop asking questions, stupid!". What would then be the point? I have learn to have fun in my own and self-induced misery, when it happens. It just occurred to me that I am the main character in the story of my life, no matter what. Nobody can steal from me the lead part in this "movie".
Another day in bed and not because I am sick. Woke up at eight and I have postponed breakfast until my mouth got the worst coffee breath, at around past one. One cannot dwell on coffee only. So I had T leftover-cereals, with peach jam and milk from the very open milk container Romer!can pointed out a few post ago. The cereal mush was as bad as my procrastination over various blogs, moist with guilt, but sweet.
Things I'd like to accomplish today: arrange playlist, finalize movie list, watch a movie, finish the book, go to parties. I warn you, not all will be done.
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