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"Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
he was six foot four and full of muscles." - Men at Work "Down Under"

Funny how a lyric can take you back. I was just transported to working as a busyboy. Lack of sleep. The heat of Florida. The harmless, hopeless flirting of the waitresses. Writing impassioned letters longhand to a middle distance runner. Eating Haagen Dazs with the redhead in the parking lot. I used to love the lighting storms down there. You could look out over the ocean and watch the lighting dance from cloud to cloud.

In the less whimsical department. I have once again returned to the land of the normal schedule. I get to see sunlight during the day and sleep at night again! It is such a treat, there really aren't words for it. My energy levels have increased notably. I'm still having a bit trouble with the sleep schedule. I become incredibly, well undeniably, sleepy at around 8pm then wake up completely at 4am.

( On Books )

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By chance I just stumbled across lekythen's LJ memories. It's your loss if you don't find your way over to reading them right now. No don't even bother reading the rest of this post it won't be as funny.

If the visible ones are that good I wonder what treasures are hidden deep in her brain. Igor, fetch my hacksaw!