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nothing much happened today no great calamity, no suprising visitor the cornflakes dried to a cement like consistency in the chipped blue bowl the tuxedo rex vomited on the newly bought home beautiful magazine.. my heart beat at a lazy 74 beats per minute when i checked after my nana nap my bad ankle creaked and twinged reminding me to get the towels in before it rained I made a wonderful chicken cashew curry for dinner, but fogot to buy naan bread and yogurt to accompany it.. I kissed the god boy goodnight, then read two chapters of Harry Potter aloud as the tuxedo rex, watched me, from the windowsill marked some essays of dubious quality, was given a shoulder massage, by my agong surfer dude, that led to much greater intimacies no, nothing much happened today yet it was fufilling, upon looking back it had rhythm and purpose turned the cogs of my world it was the miles between the milestones that often go unrecorded and as I sit in the almost dark of the moon I do believe it was one of the best days of my life
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
just a day...
nothing much happened today no great calamity, no suprising visitor the cornflakes dried to a cement like consistency in the chipped blue bowl the tuxedo rex vomited on the newly bought home beautiful magazine.. my heart beat at a lazy 74 beats per minute when i checked after my nana nap my bad ankle creaked and twinged reminding me to get the towels in before it rained I made a wonderful chicken cashew curry for dinner, but fogot to buy naan bread and yogurt to accompany it.. I kissed the god boy goodnight, then read two chapters of Harry Potter aloud as the tuxedo rex, watched me, from the windowsill marked some essays of dubious quality, was given a shoulder massage, by my agong surfer dude, that led to much greater intimacies no, nothing much happened today yet it was fufilling, upon looking back it had rhythm and purpose turned the cogs of my world it was the miles between the milestones that often go unrecorded and as I sit in the almost dark of the moon I do believe it was one of the best days of my life
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
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