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[Jul. 9th, 2009|12:03 am]
rejectomorph
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Internets keep stealing my time. Plus Wednesday is the night Windows masturbates (which it calls defragging) so everything got slowed down anyway.
Anyway, the cool night air smelled of freshly cut lawn this evening, though I hadn't heard anyone mowing. I heard a cricket in the bushes along the driveway, which is much nicer. I doubt that crickets mowed my lawn, though.
Tomorrow afternoon I have a head yanking scheduled, and I hope I can get some sleep. My schedule has been knocked so catawampus in the last couple of weeks I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing half the time.
I know I should be getting my shower right now, though. Goodnight, Internets. |
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