like an old, shrivelled orange, coarsely sliced in half
then squeezed thoroughly, first the right then the left
until every drop is wrung out, all the pulp, each seed;
then pressed some more, its yield not satisfying.
so it is with my brain, my worn out mind:
drained, dry... but still, i need
juice.
we did epic similes in lit class today.
i'm beat.
Tuesday 9 October 2007
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drink coffee
i did =(
um... do it again.
i did one better... i went to sleep. =)
sleep>coffee.
definitely.
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