Tuesday, December 06, 2005
thrice and counting.
Amsterdam has come and gone, and I'm left behind with the alter-ego wreckage whose name is "very stressed Lynne". A very bad night of un-rest complete with nightmares and a faceless stranger, with no work done for her two presentations tmr, makes both Lynnes very very depressed. It's hard to get back on track when you try to bathe your whole room in amber light, and you only dare to look straight in front of you - for fear of what you may, or may not be able to see.
she procrastinated @ 13:18 |
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