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Taking that second gimmie, and you can't stop me

There was a long list of things I meant to do after work today, but I just couldn't make myself do anything (except take a pretty half-assed run). It's not fatigue, either. Well, it's not tiredness. I had an incredible sleep last night and felt totally normal this morning. I'm just low on something. Enthusiam? Gumption? Whatever it is, the tanks are empty. It's funny to think I need time to recharge from sitting on my butt and watching movies for a whole day, but that's what I need. And that method of recharging seems to involve making a very long list of things to do and then discarding that list.
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Anonymous said…
Speaking of lame, I am striking my slight doze from the records due to the fact that I worked my ass off typing on Saturday/Sunday.

So there.

If you can have a gimme, so can I.

Word Verification: borkfu

Sounds like the Swedish Chef style of martial arts.
10:33 pm
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