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Seven-ish, with coffee. "Why don't we just go to second service? Sleep in." Alright, I'll take that. A bunch of random facebook notifications that made me laugh. The sound of rain on the roof. And one of the first times I've actually put down my bed in awhile. I was thinking and writing and thinking and listening. Sometimes that's just necessary. To listen to nothing, just so that you can figure out where your state of mind actually is, uninfluenced by the words of others. Hmm. I don't know. I'd do it again. Going to start A Farewell to Arms today. Excited? Not particularly. Interested? Sure. It's Hemingway. Coffee and conversation. Rain and near death. It happens. Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast Yeah, you make me merry, make me very very happy But you obviously, You didn't want to stick around. |
