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September 8 2009
Last night I had a dream that our house (which is not our current house) was infested with gnats. So needless to say I woke up scratching. It was actually a very early morning dream. I didn’t get a good nights sleep. I never even got into a deep sleep. Tossed and turned.
Is there a malady more detrimental to one’s soul than to be misunderstood?
I was listening to Sometimes You Make Me Smile by Floetry and it makes me feel Mike.
The 5, 6, &7 AM hours are such evil times. I hate early mornings.
What will be my sacrifice?
I hope he says well done when my time is over.
What is it that you want to say when you run out of things to say?
I’ve got to put my self first.
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