Thursday, January 26, 2012

In the Porridge

I've been in A Mood all morning. 

Well, the rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid 
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent 
When this gray world crumbles like a cake 
I'll be hangin' from the hope 
That I'll never see that recipe again

  • The boy was slow to get out of bed.
  • The traffic was awful.
  • I am literally bellyaching.
  • My neck is stiff.
  • I was just on the phone with my dental insurance company, and a chipper computer told me, "Your unique individuality is what makes you you!"

Back to this again.

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