it's 9:29 in the pm and i'm tired........tired of caring if i'm fat or thin, tired of always being on top of everything, TIRED of getting up so early every morning. but in some kind of weird way, it's a good tired. sense? perhaps not. not even to me. i can't imagine getting up and saying, 'I'm bored. I've got nothing to do.' That is a universe I can't even see, smell or digest. I'm not TYPE-A, not on fire all the time, but there is some kind of fire burning.
i don't understand boredom. never have. my curious mind drifts to whatever is near and i go there--i read, i write, i play, i sleep, but i don't bored. can't. not in my nature.
i'm too tired to make sense. well, at least i posted something. that's something. zzzzzzzzzzz...
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