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The Mistress of Oneric pulp reclines upon a large couch of brown stripes. It is a fine, broad, room dominating couch. A couch that inculcates in any sitter a deep and abiding love of comfort. I love you stripey couch, she thinks fondly, you are such a cuddly couch. You are my friend.

This love she has for the couch is surpassed only by the love she has for her dog, who incidentally bears a remarkable resemblance to the couch ("You know, you picked a couch with the same shading as your dog"). Despite this, the dog is not allowed to sit on the couch, for besides the risk of camouflage, the Mistress of Oneiric pulp was determined that the Mistress of Devotion, Bone crunching and House minding would avoid at least this one bad habit, being as it were, that she was already inclined to make herself quite at home on the bed.

So upon this couch our Mistress reclined. On this day she was just sick enough to stay home and just healthy enough to know she probably shouldn't have. With energy she knows might be better devoted to project proposals and journal articles, she starts a new reflection thread. Ouroboros. The snake that eternally devours itself. She wonders if she can convince this snake to devour something else.

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Reading Amos' thread she wonders what he means by pennies. She thinks maybe little joys, and tries to think of some of her own pennies. It's not too hard but she can think of only one. The thing that comes to mind is that time Lee Adama got fat. Oh man, that was so good!

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Lapsing into second person, you think I'd do such a thing? You bet, especially after that little stunt you pulled this morning. Not working when I had made a big post to you. When I had poured myself and extra coffee and decided to be late for work. I wonder what fourth person is. Is that when God is telling the story?

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Theology and geometry are lacking in this brutal century. This is the opinion of the slovenly fellow in the book I'm reading. I suspect his insight, combined with a compulsive ability to shape his perception of reality around the needs of his famished vanity, has made him a bit crackers, or possibly even dangerously bananas. I've met rather alot of people like Ignatious, and I suppose everyone harbours a little piece of him to varying extents. I want to find out what happens to him.

By the way is "slavish" a racist term? Shall I substitute it with "slovenly"?

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So I hear you are seeing someone. How's that going?
Well it's quite fun, but it may be over soon due to my insurmountable apathy.
Why don't you try calling him?
Because of the insurmountable apathy.
But this could be good for you.
In.. sur... mountable.
Nevermind. Why don't you play on the internet instead?

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Am dreaming of seclusion in a nunnery. A pen and prayerful meditations. Today I thought about the intrinsic worth of each and every human when I was stepping off the train. For a moment I fully comprehended the comparatively small significance of all action and thought. Understanding these only have significance because of the first. The Italian is mad at us Australians of the household again. She says we're typical arrogant anglos. She's pissed off because we're all too polite and passionless. Imagine how we feel! We were polite enough to tell her she was being very rude though, which has led to a frozen silence across the acre of the loungeroom.

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Save the world through degeneracy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RyIyEyVPvo&feature=fvst

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LOL I love that link above so much, but it has posed a problem for me. Everytime I come here to write a reflection, I click it and end up basking in Freddie instead.

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I thought I'd write a reflection. I've been off work this week and have started to recognise myself after a few long naps. I believe i have some kind of sleep debt. I did an online survey where you click on pictures instead of answer questions and the results said I should direct myself towards administration and that I am running a sleep debt. They could tell just by the pictures I clicked! Well its not that amazing, I did click on all pictures where I saw people sleeping peacefully. I want a new life quite badly, and they are right that I am tired, but I don't think they are right about admin. Such things do not come naturally for me. However because they don't I have worked hard at developing my organisation skills and think of it all the time just to keep my head above water. I suppose that came through in the survey. I still really just want to be a light house operator alone by the sea in a very cold place. Think of me quillers, I am completely hopeless at this life.