*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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But I cannot bear this shallow breathing.

There was going to be a poem here, but I forgot the rest.

I want to sleep... but I've phone calls to make for the murder mystery.

Perhaps I'll write more here when I'm done with those.

Can I sing right now? Probably not. I'll put that call off for a little bit.

Cryptic, or merely nonsensical? An exercise best left to the reader.

Where the heck is mousie? I've lost an oar, would trade for an ear.

Addendum: One phone call down. There may not be a murder mystery Thursday. And the reschedule date is during the week I'm in Florida. I get paid either way, but I'll be blue if we don't do this. Actually, I'm just blue.

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