And perhaps it's about time. I have, after all, been asleep for the past 10 or so hours, mainly because I have failed to meet my quota of 7-8 hours of sweet, sweet slumber the past two consecutive nights. You can blame Shakespeare for that. I have been high on the Merchant of Venice, I tell ya. That and I have been stressed, I admit. The irony of it is that though last night was my first decent bout of sleep so far, this week, it was also one of the least restful. Oh, ye olde friend stress, give me a break! Depress me not and let me go.
In thoughts more tranquil, I made myself breakfast this morning for the first time in a long time. There is nothing more intimate than eating a solitary breakfast right by your stove, by the dimmed, quivering lamplight, its orange tones shining brightly on your plate, as if a spotlight popped out of nowhere shining intently on your humble breakfast, while the rest of the room rests, clothed in sleepy darkness. Reminds me of childhood days stealing away with my brother to the kitchen, a midnight snack of Oreos and glass upon glass of milk, trying to save up the yummy white stuff in the middle for that big dip into our cups filled with creamy liquid white... those were the days indeed.
On other little bits of happy news, I finally found my iPod cable yesterday. Believe it or not, a little occurance such as that gave me hope. It was the sign I needed that everything will be better, and that everything I am looking for I will soon find. YAY! Oh, I am trying. And I have been downloading music nonstop this morning, very frustrated with two files that always seem to end up being corrupted, for some reason. And I have a booboo... my middle finger(tip) got burned picking up a freshly toastedEnglish muffin. :S
Also, I've said this before and I'll say it again: The only reason I'd ever hate being a woman is PMS. PMS sucks. Not that all this is PMS, right now, but who knows... ;) Alas, time flies, and I must now depart. Peace, all, and see you at the tracks.
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Opportunity follows struggle. It follows effort. It follows hard work. It doesn't come before.
~ Shelby Steele
The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself -- the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us -- that's where it's at. ~ Jesse Owens
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