Chooo Choooo I have been loving this weekend. I feel like everyday has been the 7th day, total rest. ALthough dont get me wrong, there have been many a on-goings, but none which have grabbed me with ym normal sense of stress and anxiety and push to achieve.Love it

I love getting phone calls. Anyone, anywhere, anytime....wait, that was a lie. I cant take morning phone calls. First off, i cant speak for about the first hour after i wake up. Non-verbal comminutcation up to an hour after i awake is all my parents have come to expect from me, and that's fine. A simple "goodmorning" from my father met with a shoulder shrug and grunt from me. It's like my vocal cords as well as my comminucation skills need more sleep than the rest of me so i let them sleep in. So to be woken up with an abrupt ring, followed by the demand for a verbal response with the attempts to not sound like you were just hit by a train or smoked about a thousand packs of ciggarettes is not only difficult, but unpleasant. So, don't ever hesitate to call me, because i will always answer, but morning calls are one of the few things i can honestly say i have no appreciation for.

It's a beautiful morning with the promises of a great day. Off to dance i go
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