The clock is there everytime I open my eyes. Every hour passes faster than the last. 1. 2. 3. Pillow mocks body. Right. Left. Additional pillow goes between knees. Back-alligned support. Heard that somewhere. Definately comfortable. Comfort found. Back. Side. Curled up. Stretched out. Temperature? Blanket. Two blankets. No blanket. Repeat. 4. 5. Never liked sheep. Counting-liked even less. Senario time. Beach? No. Cloud. No! Floating bed. Stupid idea. Oh no, sun's comin up. Boredum isn't an issue. Surprising really. 6. 7. Waiting is uncomfortable. It's not painful-just void of any defination. Over and over. Conceptual recycling. Only downfall=no matter how I spin it, I'm waiting for something that's been there the whole time. And what I lack. Is all I need. Obnoxious alarm. Too loud. Too soon.
Hello, bloggers, look at your notes, and now back to your screen. Now back at your notes, and now back to your screen. Luckily, your notes aren't the screen, but if you stop writing notes like a sally and switch to the keyboard, your notes could be on your screen. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a dinosaur, with a macbook that smells like an airplane, what's in your hand, back at the screen! I have a dino egg with two tickets to that convention you hate. Look at it again, the tickets are now poop. Anything is possible when your screen smells like dinos and not poop. I'm on a donkey.
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