This is why I don't wake up before I have to--I feel obligated to be productive and then I use up my productivity and then I can't be stressed anymore because my list is all checked off and then I don't exist.
And because I can't have one coherent thought today and I am the queen of non-sequiturs, even if I have to look up how to spell it every time I use the term, I am now noticing that "There Might I Live" is a terribly pretentious name for a blog. I really need a new blog name. Hmmm. A list will now be forthcoming.
Cold medication is a wonderful thing. Hey Mom, look at me! I'm floating! (None of these are blog name options. My blog name options will be classy. Like. . . um. . . quick, TB, give me a quote from Emma.)
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Hey, you're--you, aren't you? If yes, I'm excited to have found your blog. If no, I'm confused that someone else sounds so much like you.
Anyway, I actually liked the last three lines of the poem below.
I am me. Or I am I? Oh dear, I'll let the real editor handle this one. And yes, I'm LL. (Have to maintain a little of the mystery.)
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