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"All books are either dreams or swords." |
| Okay, so yesterday, wasn't the best of days. There was massive amounts of drama happening, which I won't place here because of the people involved and the right to privacy. However, what I will say is this - a new person has been added to my "Testicle Removal With A Dull Knife" List. The whole process seemed to stretch over the past forty-eight hours, ending in a culmination of tears, wine, and horrible info-mericals. Mostly, I'm drained as all hell. There is a level of tired that can be achieved without actually falling asleep. I've laid on my bed, the room pitch-black, my two fans swirling the hot air in an attempt to bring on a breeze, every bone in my body aching, and...nada. Not one moment of sleep to be had. WTH? If I could redo this day, I would. If there were a button I could push to start yesterday over with a clean slate, my fingers would be dancing across that puppy in a heartbeat. So much pain. So much aching. So much shit. I watched a heart break tonight, and have no way of quieting my soul. |