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The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
No Time For Demons
Aisho: "Are you going to put this in your diary?" I have so much weekend activity to document, and the computer that I have regular access to is dead dead dead. So I have a few minutes here on a computer at Max's work just to say that it was a strange and busy weekend that included way more people and way less sleep than I have become used to having. About the same amount of coffee, though. Sublingua: "Of course. I only wish I had my camera." Today has been a day, let me tell you what. I bought a new set of sheets, red ones. I've been feeling quite red recently. After almost a year in my all-white apartment, I am actually adding bits of color here and there. (Well, a tiny bit of black and a tiny bit of red anyway.) I know, I know. Yawn. Richard calls and calls and calls. I probably answer about a third of his calls. What to do? What to do? He's a fabulous guy, but it's a bit like babysitting a three-year-old to hang out with him. He's seriously high energy and I'm quite a mellow person normally. It would seem like a good opposites attract kind of thing, wouldn't it? I don't know. Anyway, it's time for the gym.
More lies:
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