I would not sell my soul for sleep because I know those bargains never work out, but I know why people think about making them.
I saw that Momus had a song by the name of "Nicky" and I thought at once of Jacques Brel's "La chanson de Jacky" and well I should have; it's the same kind of version as the Sensational Alex Harvey Band's "Next" is of "Au suivant." All recommended.
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thistleingrey linked me an excellent article about the untranslated nuances of Fidler afn dakh.
People keep telling me to be gentle with myself and I have no idea how to do it. I am not looking for advice or a self-care manual; I'm just not even sure what it would feel like. I've had vacations by accident and they were great. Otherwise I can't remember the last time I could enjoy time I didn't have to carve out without thinking about how I'd pay for it later. That was in another country and besides, the economy is dead.
I'm going to re-read Georgette Heyer's Black Sheep (1966) and see if I actually fall asleep even as soon as shortly after dawn. I think my body has forgotten how. I remember liking it.
I saw that Momus had a song by the name of "Nicky" and I thought at once of Jacques Brel's "La chanson de Jacky" and well I should have; it's the same kind of version as the Sensational Alex Harvey Band's "Next" is of "Au suivant." All recommended.
thistleingrey linked me an excellent article about the untranslated nuances of Fidler afn dakh.People keep telling me to be gentle with myself and I have no idea how to do it. I am not looking for advice or a self-care manual; I'm just not even sure what it would feel like. I've had vacations by accident and they were great. Otherwise I can't remember the last time I could enjoy time I didn't have to carve out without thinking about how I'd pay for it later. That was in another country and besides, the economy is dead.
I'm going to re-read Georgette Heyer's Black Sheep (1966) and see if I actually fall asleep even as soon as shortly after dawn. I think my body has forgotten how. I remember liking it.
