Third post of the day hour.
Had a bad conversation last night and just. Guess it wasn't the time of the month for the both of us to talk. According to the studies of the movement of stars and planets in the galaxy, there was a violent war between our star signs during the period of time when we talk and it ended before I on the phone explode. And I was just crapping. Why blame the stars when it's my fault. I have my moods and attitude problems and everyone else have their mood swings. We just didn't had the right elements with us to talk. One having mood swing and the other having the usual problems, though given in a little hoping that the other party would say something to make one feel better. But the tention was high, that nothing said is good enough.
I was in my own world again. I almost sound as if I could speak in parables like Jesus. I just wasn't in tune with everyone. No one understood what I was trying to get at, except the expectional.
I didn't want to come home after church at all. Knowing that when I get home, I have to eventually start with my long list of work. I very much want to sleep but I can't sleep knowing that's lots more not completed. Will be stucked with wood dust for the whole of next week. Would be also busy with the several meetings with the workshop and sand paper and not forgetting meeting up with my best friend, the wood glue.
Enough nonsense written. Pardon me.
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