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Feeling: Really, though, I feel okay for a change. I think it was because I slept and didn't have The Dreams�. Or maybe it's just my day, or the fact that I don't have to be here at work tomorrow. There's no telling, really. Annoying discovery:
Finally, after ten minutes I decided I wasn't going to slide back off into sleep, so I got up and picked up my watch to see what time it really was.
2:30 PM. Yikes! I have to be at work in 90 minutes. Heavy sigh.
I turned up the stereo... er, computer (I hit Winamp, and turned up the volume) and got into the shower. When I got out and walked through my bedroom, the Boston song "Can'tcha Say (You Believe In Me)" was just starting.
"Can'tcha say you believe in me? Can'tcha see what you mean..." I killed Winamp. I have come to hate that song. No, she can't say that, it'd break her tongue if she did, I thought to myself.
Then I mused on the sad fact that there were an awful lot of "she"s that could fit that description.
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