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A Weekend's Worth of Thoughts

Friday night:
My housemates are good cooks.
My housemates are good party hosts.
My house throws a good party.
I'm tired.
I hope everyone's had fun.
Wii is fun.
Bed. No seriously. Bedtime.

Saturday:
I'm tired.
I don't have to go anywhere.
White Christmas! Favourite Christmas movie ever.
Happy sigh.
I should get dressed.
I have experienced both sleep paralysis and hypnagogia.
Go Canucks, go.
Strongbow... cider not beer.
I am really tired.

Sunday:
Wow, still tired. Need to sleep better at night.
I like my church. I like that everything comes back to Jesus.
Lunch with Laura!
I forgot how much I love Anne of Green Gables. I think we're kindred spirits.
How can I watch the last half of the sequel in the next month?
Spa Night!
I love apple cider.
My hands feel so soft.
My eyeslids are tired.
So sleepy.
Mmmm, bed.

Who's upstairs?
Are they playing video games?
They're definitely playing video games.
Ha. I can hear the controller.

Comments

Laura J said…
you can stay and watch the last half of the sequel after the train ride tonight if you want!
Alasdair said…
hypnagogia is a lot of fun in my opinion
MLW said…
Upstairs? I thought you were upstairs!
Beth said…
laura: i just might!

alasdair: you've obviously never had it.

mlw: upstairs as in, just outside my room.
It's My DLu! said…
i'm sad. i liked your old layout better, although i'm sure the content will stay just as good.

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