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Bummed, Then Not so Bummed

Maybe it's because I have no one to celebrate my winning the tournament with. Maybe it's cuz I ate food after midnight which is stupid for the body. Maybe because I am sitting in four layers of clothes listening to loud snoring fifteen feet away with no door or wall. Maybe because I need sleep but I will not sleep. Because I came back here to this again tonight. Maybe because this. So the daily blog was not as excited as it should have been tonight. We won the tournament, after all. And Happy Birthday Precious. Maybe because I am feeling so alone.

It will pass, it always does. The most important meeting of the month is tomorrow and I have hours of prep to do for it and I need to be clear headed all day to do that and that will only happen with caffeine because I won't sleep tonight, so the passing may take longer than it should. I may eat some more, which certainly won't help much, but it'll keep me warm. The snoring is amazingly loud.

I should start counting down the days...

21?

This email thread will likely not last nearly as long as the others...

so many loose threads in the tapestry of our lives
friends who left us hanging, some husbands, some wives
family abandoned and an unfinished song
so many loose threads it almost seems it's wrong

still there is hope (there's always hope, I hope)
and if I hope there's always hope, there's always hope
it makes sense to me, but then, no one ever knows
the madness is the madness is all that shows

still I love to play with words
I wish I knew somebody who
loves words as much as I do

still my dreams may be absurd
the perfect love, the perfect peace
the perfect world sharing release

with everybody caring as if we were family
that is real even if it's only real to me

so still there is hope (there's always hope, I hope)
and if I hope there's always hope, there's always hope
it makes sense to me, but then, no one ever knows
the madness is the madness is all that shows

so many loose threads in the tapestry of our times
people who are hating, in actions, in rhymes
anger seems to be the mainlined drug of choice these days
that is why in my head is were most of me stays
where my dream is real and this song always plays...

still there is hope (there's always hope, I hope)
and if I hope there's always hope, there's always hope
it makes sense to me, but then, no one ever knows
the madness is the madness is all that shows

the perfect love, the perfect peace
the perfect world sharing release
with everybody caring as if we were family
in my head this is reality... to me.

who has a beautiful mind, who's a good boy, you're a good boy, yes you are...

lol lam as I wag my tail and pat myself on the head...

I was obviously a happy puppy in another life...

see?... I am not so bummed anymore...

it always works...

hug...

hl,
me

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