Dance dance baby!

I took the "The Nine Muses" quiz on gURL.com
		My muse is... Terpsichore Terpsichore is the patron goddess of dancing. Her name means "The Whirler," and she must be exhausted because she usually appears seated with a lyre. Read more... Who is your muse?

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I am done. It is 3:30. I have 2.5-3 hours left to go. Whatever I might have gotten accomplished in that time is now moot. I know I have to be here. But I am not going to be worth much.

Melancholy and down right now. I think the allergy meds are wearing off. Joy to the world.

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Dr let me out early for good behavior. Actually I think he got tired of looking at me lay on the floor waiting for someone to come in. I'm tired. Need to take my meds. Need a nap too probably. It would be nice to be able to breathe well.

Oh winter how fondly I remember thee. Such a strange dichotomy. I cannot take heat but I must have sunshine. My brain functions best in the lighter part of the year, my body functions best in the dark.

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Nap significantly increased my tolerance level for the world. Still phlemy and with the pressure in the head, but less exhausted from fighting it all day. Trying not to feel like my body hates me. I don't actually think that. But some days I gotta wonder what its doing down there.

I am leaving for the weekend. This is the first weekend I have had with nothing going on in months. Thus I told the Honey that we are leaving so nothing can come up. This week I tried to schedule a Sat night to go out dancing? It looks like the first weekend in July will be the first opportunity. How sad is that?