Sunday, November 12

IT'S FRIGHTENING . . .

When you're so tired and exhausted and your brain can't function to full capacity anymore, that you arrive home after a 10-minute drive and realize you have no idea how and when you got to your driveway. Thank goodness for latent memory.

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IT'S IRONIC . . .

When really good dancers and rappers on "Showtime at the Apollo" have you so jacked up that you can't go to sleep.

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IT'S GOOD TIMING . . .

When you normally really hate pizza, but the day before a scheduled pizza dinner, your taste buds are craving it.

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IT'S FORTUNATE . . .

When you have to finally clean your house after a tornado-y two weeks in anticipation of guests. I thought I would suffocate from the mess, but had no energy to tidy up for my own benefit. Good to know I can still be shamed into cleanliness.

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