Some days I just don't know how to be happy.
But tomorrow comes and I always try again.
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But tomorrow comes and I always try again.
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What a fulfilling day I had today. Of the best sort: not necessarily all fun and games, nor work and progress, but a fruitful cocktail of both. It started off as a relaxing coffee and The Age before GP began, then a morning of wakeful (that's progress, believe me) history-taking, examination, and discussions on Australian cricket and cancelled concerts. With an annoying tram-following drive as intermission, study was done with a mate and I, and ultimately the evening was capped by $10 steaks/unfulfilled parma-pipedreams/pots-of-beer/crazy-pool-games. And it's still only 10pm.
A good evening to you all: sogni d'oro.
A good evening to you all: sogni d'oro.
2 comments:
I was here.
Cheer up, ya:)
Hey, thanks for your support and for dropping by. ^_^
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