Thursday, September 18, 2008


Today is one of those days when I just want to curl up in bed and have a pity party. No particular reason; just because. I want to pull the covers over my head - as long as they are freshly laundered by someone other than me - and pretend I'm a rock. Or maybe a clod of mud. Or something inanimate that can just be but not be bothered. Something that doesn't have to speak and isn't spoken to. Something that just is.

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