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Geez, I am totally wiped out. No energy for anything, so much I want to do. I want to organise my iPod of which I've made a mess. I want read my new science book. I want to write some cards to friends. I want to write in my private journal, I want to write this blog. I want to cut and polish my nails (kind of pointless since I'll be getting paint all over them again tomorrow) and I want to listen to some new tunes. To name but a few.

I want to write here and be witty and smart and charming and totally blow you away with my words and wisdom. But that's so not going to happen right now.

All my body wants is sleep. I'm dead. Painted all damn day. Boring as. Luckily my new Tom Bihn bag arrived today and provided a nice interlude for me during which I moved all my stuff into it and enjoyed its pretty pouches.

The cat was pretty happy with the delivery too.

I shall make a new attempt at writing tomorrow. This just ain't happening. Sorry!