Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
woke up one morning, no, afternoon, and realised that it is most likely not as bad as I think it is. 95%, I'm probably thinking too much, having let myself sink into it. *slaps head* stupid stupid stupid!
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