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April 12, 2007
Sing me a song of sixpence. I hope I’m dreaming away this afternoon well enough. Too many hang-ups over the past few weeks, I’m tired of living in the real for a while. Take a holiday somewhere, find myself in the pages of whatever I’m trying to lose myself in this time. I’m tired, worn out from all the things I have to do that I don’t want to.
This day’s taking too long to go by. I need some time to myself and to my dreams. Ignore the big things that usually make a difference and go my way.