Last night (this morning) at IHOP, my friend Charles (Hurst, from Edmond) defined luxury as the ability to sleep for as long as you want.
That's what I've been able to do for the past two days. So why don't I feel happy and peppy? *sigh*
Is there some fundamental truth that I just don't see, that everyone is wishing I'd just open my eyes towards? Or am I just hopeless?
That's what I've been able to do for the past two days. So why don't I feel happy and peppy? *sigh*
Is there some fundamental truth that I just don't see, that everyone is wishing I'd just open my eyes towards? Or am I just hopeless?
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on 17 Feb 2003 07:09 (UTC)rachel and i used to do our homework and stuffin high school while we were on the phone. we didnt even really speak to each other just were kinda there. sometimes she would read a book and i would either read or watch tv while we were on the phone too. it was an interesting but pretty good set up. dont ask my dad about it though because he used to freak out constantly and unnecessarily about it.
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on 17 Feb 2003 17:07 (UTC)