Kemur mér á óvart . . .

that the clock is almost 2am. After dinner, I did the dishes, decided to take a shower, lounged around, then my parents called, then Palmer called, then I got snacky, and here it is 2am, and I have some stuff I have to send off to the printer before 8am tomorrow morning, when my carpool starts. The clock is always sneaking up on me, catching me off guard.

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HT said…
Klukkan er lævís og lipur...
September 1, 2009 at 8:25 AM
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