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dancing in my cubicle
The day has started well.
Last night's stimulating conversation sent me to sleep with a thoughtful head--not troubling, just thoughtful, the kind where you feel that you've exercised your brain a bit.
This morning, a letter I'd been waiting for for three weeks was on the fax. I've got a Dunkin Donuts coffee, a day full of walking around and being active, and a great weekend up ahead.
I'm working my juju for the rest of you, lighting a mental mojo candle and saying a hope that this good feeling is pervasive throughout your day.
Now to groove some more!
Last night's stimulating conversation sent me to sleep with a thoughtful head--not troubling, just thoughtful, the kind where you feel that you've exercised your brain a bit.
This morning, a letter I'd been waiting for for three weeks was on the fax. I've got a Dunkin Donuts coffee, a day full of walking around and being active, and a great weekend up ahead.
I'm working my juju for the rest of you, lighting a mental mojo candle and saying a hope that this good feeling is pervasive throughout your day.
Now to groove some more!
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I think my illness may finally be on its way out, and soon I may even be able to coherently translate thoughts into words. :) Also, this probably means I have to get my rear out of bed and do laundry, which has been accumulating. No rose without thorns...
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It appears to be working for me -- the cold is mostly gone, I have an interview tomorrow, and I have a scene of horrific bloodshed to write today! Yay!
...hmm...maybe I should gloss over the whole entrails thing...
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YAYYYYYYYY!
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