It's one of those days that I fiddled and fumbled, I read a bit of this and thought about bit of that and at the end of it all I cannot put a finger on anything I actually did. I look around the room for clues and notice that everything is rearranged since yesterday, this must have had a purpose, but then I recall that movement is not necessarily action.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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It's one of those days that I fiddled and fumbled, I read a bit of this and thought about bit of that and at the end of it all I cannot put a finger on anything I actually did. I look around the room for clues and notice that everything is rearranged since yesterday, this must have had a purpose, but then I recall that movement is not necessarily action.
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