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the thought,
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#1 by pattisj on June 16, 2011 - 9:37 am
LOL First thing I read this morning. Thanks for starting my day with a smile. I’ve had days that felt like that. 🙂
#2 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 10:25 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting!
#3 by Kay Camden on June 16, 2011 - 9:49 am
Ugh. I can relate. Up too late last night writing. I’m double dosing on the black tea today.
#4 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 10:26 pm
At least you’re up and running! thanks for commenting!
#5 by Kay Camden on June 17, 2011 - 8:28 am
Not until I got out the mp3 player and cranked up The Ocean Anthropocentric. And today it will need to be more of the same. Who needs Folgers when you have screaming metal? You know what I’m talking about. 🙂
#6 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:27 am
Oh my gosh! I know what you’re talking about!!!
#7 by LetterzToNoOne on June 16, 2011 - 9:37 pm
My husband said he wants that on his wall.
#8 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 10:29 pm
That’s pretty cool, kind of…There may be more inspirational things to put up there, but those don’t work on me.
#9 by LetterzToNoOne on June 16, 2011 - 10:41 pm
Might as well embrace it.
#10 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 11:28 pm
Yes, and do as well as one can with it, which is probably pretty darn good.
#11 by Claudia on June 17, 2011 - 3:26 am
this is what i feel like after 10pm…
#12 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:14 am
That’s not bad if you can crawl in bed at that time!