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Finally, I've been getting some sleep. Finally, I can wiggle my toes in the heat of the morning, happy to wake up after a good 6 or 7 hours rest. And perhaps reading off the first 3 or 4 forwarded text messages from my father and a good morning message from my love, my friends ... more than makes up for that wretched 1 month in the graveyard shift.
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Yes, I do love that silly thing now. That which occupies my mind 24-7 for the past 6 months we've been together. Numbers, numbers. It's still summer after all and I'm allowed to count the drops of rain that fall, however few they are.
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Thank you Rain for making me aware of the unexpurgated cynicism I throw upon myself.
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I am optimistic that even when the heavy rains come pouring in the next few months, I will be sleeping soundly in my bed. And if I'm lucky, I won't be sleeping single.
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try downing a couple of beers before you go to bed, man. that'll help you sleep better. but don't forget to empty your bladder before you snooze.
I guess at some point, cynicism is a very hard trait to identify and more importantly admit to. By the way, is the thursday/friday thing till your schedule or can I crash that thrusday dinner you have planned with transience or reschedule with you, me thinks we will have quite a lengthy conversation, and yes I will be at the sale, but it will be for work (mostly, anyway) so not sure if we will get a chance to talk then...
we're only human, sweetie. :)
enjoy your zzz's (and the company that goes with it). :) mwah!
I like it when it rains. My tears mix in with the raindrops and I can smile and everybody thinks I am just fine :)
Sleeping soundly to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof is as good as it gets...
And like you, with any luck, I hope to hear the gentle breathing of a warm body beside me...
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