this heat is exhausting...
its August and August brings the heat, but man-o-man...
the running at the beach and at victory in this heat is exhausting...
trying to do to much to keep from dying. Live to die, die to live, is that 'Flash of the Blade'?...
riding the glacier is exhausting...
but i do still love riding the old horse, even if it isn't a horse. i bet the mutt never thought it would see this kind of action when it was hanging up on some bike rack in California...
waiting for the developments to develop is exhausting...
time is running, running and passing—but i wait, either for the break or the other shoe to drop, either way...
panic attacks are exhausting...
once had one driving my uncle's van to a job in Punta Gorda sometimes its the weather and sometimes its just eating a bad breakfast, in my case you wouldn't understand unless you've been under the knife, but the stress don't help...
filtering myself in my own blog is exhausting...
if i have to censor myself i might as well give it up. Life is hard, you bes' wear your helmet...
getting my CD-burner to actually burn CDs is exhausting...
yeah, right...
chores are exhausting...
yeah, its my laundry and mess in the kitchen, and its even my filth when i forgo dusting or sweeping for bejeweled blitz, or break dancing in my living room, but its not my mail—pick it up god-damn it!...
this is exhausting—i'm going to take a nap...
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