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11:18 P.M. Want to sleep, don't want to. Waiting for something. An idea, an event. Something to do. Write on the walls. Or the mirror or a shirt. Draw something, write something. Go for a walk. Sing a song. Whole house is asleep. Write a song, don't have a piano. And the whole house is asleep. Clean my room? That can wait. Read something? 11:31 P.M. Mom, you gave me this flip calendar with mother/daughter quotes for each day. Those words you said to me, "Mom and daughter are not to be friends," Mom that hurts. So I imagine you made a 11:35 P.M. those sticky notes over there catch my eye. What should I do with these? I'll test one, see if they'll stick. I have many hideous scarves. What is to be done with those shoe boxes? WHY didn't I start looking for a job EARLIER??? 12:04 A.M. The stickies just fell and made me jump. I'll tape paper to the wall instead. 12:13 A.M. Maybe I won't sleep tonight. I'll do my summer reading like it's day, until I drop.
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
Don't Drink Coffee Before Bed
11:18 P.M. Want to sleep, don't want to. Waiting for something. An idea, an event. Something to do. Write on the walls. Or the mirror or a shirt. Draw something, write something. Go for a walk. Sing a song. Whole house is asleep. Write a song, don't have a piano. And the whole house is asleep. Clean my room? That can wait. Read something? 11:31 P.M. Mom, you gave me this flip calendar with mother/daughter quotes for each day. Those words you said to me, "Mom and daughter are not to be friends," Mom that hurts. So I imagine you made a 11:35 P.M. those sticky notes over there catch my eye. What should I do with these? I'll test one, see if they'll stick. I have many hideous scarves. What is to be done with those shoe boxes? WHY didn't I start looking for a job EARLIER??? 12:04 A.M. The stickies just fell and made me jump. I'll tape paper to the wall instead. 12:13 A.M. Maybe I won't sleep tonight. I'll do my summer reading like it's day, until I drop.
copyright Victoria Balsamo, July 14, 2010 -- the night I finished reading Pride and Prejudice
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
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