man, i got nothin'. i don't know where penelope is. i want her to get her snark back. i was going to write an essay. i don't know why it's almost august... man. i'm tired. who cares. i don't.
i do know that: i'm 50 pages away from don quixote which is not as good as sliced bread. i've got 12 other books in the que. i'm going to pick up a retail job on the side. maybe. i know that i've got some stuff to do today but really it's not much and then the day is done and then it's the weekend and then what. i don't know. a weekend of hot temps. but you knew that. i knew that. more soon.
after i've regained consciousness. peace. out.
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I am in exactly the blah state that you have so expressed in this here blog entry. I think in order to be productive, I need to move to a northern state...or Antarctica. Hot weather=do nothing all day except check friends blogs, leave comments, check Myspace, leave comments...it's an endless sweaty cycle...
I worked 9.5 hours, typed 9 pages, and took out the trash.
It's hot, you're supposed to kick back and do nothing. Mom says so. Hold a cup of ice. Be glad that you have ice that you didn't or someone else didn't cut out of the river last winter and bury under sawdust in an ice house! It will be cool again, the days will get short and you will need to wear a sweater. augh
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