It's terrible. I am running a fever, my nose is blocked, my throat is sore, and my knee hurts from the refereeing I did this evening. The wind is whistling outside the window, and asking to be let in. I have tried to sleep butI am in such discomfort that I keep rolling around on the bed. So I get out of bed to read about more nigerian scammers on 419eater.com. I am miserable. I hope I make the final tomorrow.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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