I've been a little....stressed lately. Some might call it so at least. Sleep has become a mythical animal which I yearn for only while traveling through the other quests in life; work has become a giant looming over my head and I find myself unarmed; love has become a sparring match in which I am mostly speechless and blind-sided because it is so far removed from everything I've gotten used to thus far (but I never have wanted to be complacent so I think I'm OK with this). All I know for sure is that at this point my body hates me and I'm not such a fan of my body. With this self-conflict being what it is, I'm not sure how the semester will turn out. I may just internally implode.
I need a hug.
On a lighter note, a conversation with Dustin:
Meghan: Amanda and I were strolling through Dublin at around midnight or 1 a.m....
Dustin: By yourselves?!
Meghan: Dublin's a relatively safe city in Europe...OK, no it's not. I'm lying a little bit.
Dustin: Yeah, right. I'm just picturing two Catholic girls wandering through Dublin streets, drunk and praying the rosary. "Oh, look! Here come some Protestants! Maybe they want to join us!"
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ask sean about the two drunk girls we encountered on the streets of dublin, it'll make you feel better about yourself. :)
*** VIRTUAL HUG ***
*** ANOTHER VIRTUAL HUG ***
*** YET ANOTHER VIRTUAL HUG ***
You nice friend. Me like.
wow, i can't top that one, weezy.
*virtual pint of Ben & Jerry's*
*shrug*
I get your drift and it smells like taco bell. :-P
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