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sponge in a desert
30 September 2004 07:59 pmMy brain is as dry as a sponge in a desert.
No kidding.
Now that our class' rendition of J.P. Rizal's Noli Me Tangere is done - which, by the way, garnered us a high score - my mind has stopped functioning properly. Yes, I apparently still possess my powers of speech and I could obviously still type on the keyboard, but...
I feel like a tub of ice cream languishing under the hot, tropical sun.
Speaking of the sun, by the way: I haven't seen the sun in the afternoons for a long time, now. Grr. I absolutely ABHOR monsoon season. Yes, I may end up sweaty and sticky by the time I get home, but at least I'm sweaty and sticky because of the sun, not the humidity of the air during this time of the year!
Well. Now that I got that off my chest, I believe I shall bid you all adieu.
Adieu!
No kidding.
Now that our class' rendition of J.P. Rizal's Noli Me Tangere is done - which, by the way, garnered us a high score - my mind has stopped functioning properly. Yes, I apparently still possess my powers of speech and I could obviously still type on the keyboard, but...
I feel like a tub of ice cream languishing under the hot, tropical sun.
Speaking of the sun, by the way: I haven't seen the sun in the afternoons for a long time, now. Grr. I absolutely ABHOR monsoon season. Yes, I may end up sweaty and sticky by the time I get home, but at least I'm sweaty and sticky because of the sun, not the humidity of the air during this time of the year!
Well. Now that I got that off my chest, I believe I shall bid you all adieu.
Adieu!
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