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It’s 1:30 AM. I am not in bed. Perhaps a random picture of a duck dressed as a pig will help. <\/p>\nIt’s 1:30 AM. I am not in bed. Perhaps a random picture of a duck dressed as a pig will help. <\/p>\n
No. That didn’t fix anything. It’s still 1:30. It’s even later really, and I’m still not in bed. This is a stupid thing to admit. I feel like time is slipping away from me. I don’t know what happened to it all. Suddenly it was later and I can’t really account for what I did during any of it. I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t checking bloglines<\/a>. I wasn’t even buying and selling on blogshares<\/a>. (We won’t talk about this afternoon when I acquired some blogger<\/a> and bought up more of the Notes from the Walter J. Ong Archives<\/a>.)<\/p>\n I guess that it doesn’t help that I was working on my technology review lesson plan till 7 and didn’t get home till after 8. That would chew up a good portion of the evening. Maybe I have been numbly lost in thought and confusion. It’s a good story anyway. <\/p>\n I tried to go shopping, but nothing I tried on looked good. I felt like the circus fat lady in everything. I want to believe that it was the lighting in the store, but I’m sure that’s just wishful thinking. So when I finally did get home, I guess I just sat around and did nothing. There’s something to be proud of.<\/p>\n Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore, let alone know the people I care about. I seem to make all the wrong decisions these days, and I forget to do the things that matter. Like going to bed… why aren’t I going to bed? Everything feels like it’s spinning and chaotic and beyond my control right now. :( It’s 1:30 AM. I am not in bed. Perhaps a random picture of a duck dressed as a pig will help. No. That didn’t fix anything. It’s still 1:30. It’s even later really, and I’m still not in bed. This is a stupid thing to admit. I feel like time is slipping away from me. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-113","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal-journal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pqzI8-1P","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=113"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWriting about it isn’t helping though, so I guess I shall try to sleep.<\/p>\n
\nTags: duck<\/a> |
\nDuck for President<\/a> |
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