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I ought to blog about something tonight but I'm far too lazy and sleepy. My sleeping pants is chocolate-tainted (thanks to Lindt and Fauchon) which reminds me of how the supply of chocolates at home needs some replenishing. Eff, do I really need to go to certain lengths to get tastier, quality, cheaper chocolates? I managed to squeeze two pieces of clothing I just bought into my teeny new bag, and I amaze myself like that. I'm still floating between abnormal and developmental psychology and to decide which one I should prioritize for the module preference exercise. From where I am; next to the windowstill and 45 degrees from the view of a 3/4 full moon glowed in orange, the night is young. And I think I might go to bed anytime soon. Right now, all I can think of is a song from grey's anatomy. I believe whatever he's saying is true in this song.

Awful truth?

Wait, wait for the dawn my dear
Wait till the sun gets here
And you will wait too long he will be gone
Wait, wait till the sun shines through
Wait till the sky is blue
And you will wait too long he will be gone, he will be gone

Ooh, he will be gone
Ooh, he will be gone

Wait, wait till the signs are right
Wait till the perfect time
And you will wait too long he will be gone, he will be gone

Ooh, he will be gone
Ooh, he will be gone

La la la la la ...

Wait till you don't doubt no more
Wait till you know for sure
And you will wait too long he will be gone now
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