I realized recently that six hours of sleep is good for me. I was awake for 24 hours, then got six hours of sleep, and I felt more rested than I had in a long time. Though I certainly enjoy sleep, it's nice to know that I don't have to rely on a seemingly endless amount of it.
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If you had told me six months ago that this was how the situation would've turned out, I probably would've kicked you. Or clawed you, depending. If you had told me I would end up being perfectly happy, perhaps even bordering on thrilled, I would've hit you with a spoon. As it goes, I like the whole thing very, very much. It has promise.
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If you had told me six months ago that this was how the college mess was going to turn out, I would've kicked you again.
I would still probably kick you.
I don't like not getting my way. I'm not entirely sure what I'll do if I don't.
I don't like having a good day and then coming home to have it ruined in just a few simple words. Whoever said the sticks and stones saying should be kicked.
I seem to have a strange fascination with kicking things lately. Perhaps this is pent-up frustration (nothing new there).
I need angry music.
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