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Jul 01, 2005 21:21

i had a (brief but brutal) struggle opening my eyes at 9 this morning. 2 hours after falling asleep. 8 hours after embarking upon an all-night dancing stint lasting no less than 5 hours, and being most out of character, as i always thought i hated nightclubs. but i realized last night that this dancing is much like sex, but without the feelings, ( Read more... )

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beevoir July 2 2005, 09:59:18 UTC
I have questions!

1. Is the hard Drive fixed?
2. Why is the dog called Orson?
3. Did you cut your head with the glass?
4. What was the theory behind the potential Non-Reality of the Situation?

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elixabeth July 2 2005, 12:23:49 UTC
1. oh my, no ( ... )

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beevoir July 4 2005, 07:39:18 UTC
More questions!

1. Do you know what is wrong with it?
2. I think i prefer your reasoning, but what type of dog was it? are you sure it wasn't a small bear?
3. Good. (More a statement than a question i know...)
4. I think that there are easier ways to contest the feelings of un-realness than by breaking tableware on yourself. For example, checking to see that the sun rises each morning or that when you drop buttered toast, it always lands butter side down. These are easy to check and without some highly unfortuante mishap, would not cause harm to your physical self. There may be some minor psychological effects from dropping a perfectly good and edible piece of toast, but i am sure that you will manage.

if people are causing strife and upset in your life, remove them from that part of your life?

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invisible April 7 2007, 11:43:23 UTC
what a charmed pointless life.

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