Anyone else wonder why every other number is fairly represented when used in list format, except anything involving five? Let me explain.
Five has a v, fifth has an f. Five has an e, fifth has no e.
Every other number uses all of its letters with no substitution.
People must hate the number five.
Yeah, I recycled that random tangent, but that's because I messed up my order yesterday and I didn't want to waste such a pathetic joke. Sue me.
Last night was... well, it was a mix of success and failure. There was no boiling effect again, though I am wondering if that is because of a lack of true darkness. There is a lot of light that leaks into the living room and no way to keep it out at this time. Short of burying my head in the sleeping bag and stiffling myself, I need a new solution.
But, I did become conscious of the dream. I'll explain.
I was overlooking a sunken Venitian style home and discussing how to extract it. Someone piped up with 'Aristotle and Aries used to live there' and I was like 'Dafuq?'.
Both are Grecian, not Itallian, Aristotle would have lived in an Ancient Greece style stone or wood home, and Aries was an effing God. Maybe Aries was Roman, I am still a little sleepy.... I know he was the God of War. Not like the video game. >.>
Unfortunately, just as I was influencing the dream, some woman in the house (my step-mother) started up her damn coffee grinder and woke me up.
Every time.... <.<
I mean, what the eff difference does it make if your beans are preground or not? I don't come into your room every morning with a camping stove and fry bacon, do I? No! Because I'm not that much of an a-hole!
Not when I first wake up, at least....
Anyways, long story short, some things went well, some things not so well, and now I have to go hide a body.
Just gonna keep up my regular routine for Martial Arts today. It ain't broke yet, so until it stops being effective, I keep stretching and I keep pushing. Unless something breaks. Then I hope my First Aid class prepared me well enough. If not, I could open up my EMT course book and see what it has to say! lol
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