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cthulhiaInspired by her text, I am trying to find the lyrics to "Time of the Season" (Do-do-doom-Ch-Aaah). Either they have banner ads, or you can't load the lyric only html without loading the frame. However, this link has the extraneous text in dutch or something.
Her reference is Ecclesiastes 3:1, which has a wonderfully simple url that is probably a front for something dubious, but I can't figure out how to back search its subfolders on google.
I can't find the Anna Quindlen quote about being able to have it all, just not all at once. Not enough unique words.
(I even looked up the Stephen Wright Quote "You can't have everything, where would you put it?", which tends to be at the bottom of a lot of motivational quotes pages. Fie on alphabetical order.)
While it might be time for me to be loving, it is not for my crush. (At least, not with me.) Being a nice guy (although still sufficiently tricksterlike to not bore me), he came over and let me rob him of sleep on Thursday. Although I have nothing on his employer's servers, which kept paging him all night, depleting us both. I tried to wake him up, fell back asleep, dreamt of waking him up, woke up. Two hours after the alarm, I just had to say the current time aloud to be effective. Panic.
By the end of this, I had congested enough to know that sleep deprivation had compromised my immunity to the Everything That Is Always Going Around. No roadtrips this weekend. I might do Pan 9 tonight, if a day of fluids, naps and no dairy shows my marked improvement.
But, the point is, I got sick and I have the time for this nonsense. He doesn't.
If you include his commute, nearly half (or more?) of the hours of the week are devoted to his job. And then the damned servers call him all night! Even though I know some part of him thrives under stress, I suspect the rest of him will burn out. I'm really annoyed with myself for contributing to this week's depletion, for insecurely adding "left for me" to his general reality of "no time". I was being a rotten, selfish friend. If it's ever really more, that'll still be the most important relationship between us. So,if when I get all ridiculous again, just point me back to this post. (And before he figures out I'm fretting. He cares enough as a friend that he'll make time he doesn't have to reassure me, which only positively reinforces my selfishness. A bad rut for a friendship, however gratifying.)
(For the record, Just-So Stories are quite fun when =everyone= is neked. Especially the Humph! I sense a party theme?)
Her reference is Ecclesiastes 3:1, which has a wonderfully simple url that is probably a front for something dubious, but I can't figure out how to back search its subfolders on google.
I can't find the Anna Quindlen quote about being able to have it all, just not all at once. Not enough unique words.
(I even looked up the Stephen Wright Quote "You can't have everything, where would you put it?", which tends to be at the bottom of a lot of motivational quotes pages. Fie on alphabetical order.)
While it might be time for me to be loving, it is not for my crush. (At least, not with me.) Being a nice guy (although still sufficiently tricksterlike to not bore me), he came over and let me rob him of sleep on Thursday. Although I have nothing on his employer's servers, which kept paging him all night, depleting us both. I tried to wake him up, fell back asleep, dreamt of waking him up, woke up. Two hours after the alarm, I just had to say the current time aloud to be effective. Panic.
By the end of this, I had congested enough to know that sleep deprivation had compromised my immunity to the Everything That Is Always Going Around. No roadtrips this weekend. I might do Pan 9 tonight, if a day of fluids, naps and no dairy shows my marked improvement.
But, the point is, I got sick and I have the time for this nonsense. He doesn't.
If you include his commute, nearly half (or more?) of the hours of the week are devoted to his job. And then the damned servers call him all night! Even though I know some part of him thrives under stress, I suspect the rest of him will burn out. I'm really annoyed with myself for contributing to this week's depletion, for insecurely adding "left for me" to his general reality of "no time". I was being a rotten, selfish friend. If it's ever really more, that'll still be the most important relationship between us. So,
(For the record, Just-So Stories are quite fun when =everyone= is neked. Especially the Humph! I sense a party theme?)
