My body's on the verge of giving up. It's so battered that even thinking about breathing normally while sleeping is too much for it to handle.
It's definitely the unfortunate consequence of lack of sleep, intense stress, unhealthy eating habits, and dancing on average 3 hours a day. Poor body has no time to recover.
It's now 2.30 am, and we just finished our development paper which we have been working on non-stop for the last 2 weeks or so. It's certainly a load off my mind, but that's just one load.
Rather excited at the thought of going to sleep now, although I have to get up at 7. Bed. Ahh.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett