Something's about to happen, or not going to happen. I can't decide which is which. It's like I dunno which hand to use to pick up the matter, nor could I tell left from right. Right at this point.
I must have been so exhausted to the point I hit REM the minute I touch base, be it the sofa, the bed, or just simply anything comfortable. Eyes were puffed in the morning till I couldn't really make out my face in the mirror.
What doubled the troubles were when I woke from that afternoon nap at the office, and suddenly, everything was so surreal. Incredibly alien.
And it's gotten to one of those days when premonitive emotions are charged to the maximum. This time though, its uncertain. Something's moving, and I'm absolutely unsure.
I'm keeping my toes tipped.
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The horror-scope says it's gonna be a tough positive-thinking day for me. Now that's something seriously worth considering. I'm not about to flip over and bend backwards for anything except the much needed rest. But beyond that, I would love to be in the sun. I'm targeting Friday.
Something's about to happen, or not going to happen. I can't decide which is which. It's like I dunno which hand to use to pick up the matter, nor could I tell left from right. Right at this point.
