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You ever have one of those moments when you feel like putting something down, but when you sit down to do so, you've got absolutely nothing to say? Yeah, me neither. I mean, too. Blarg. My brain is fried tonight. Twas a very long day in the tutoring. I normally do four hours in the math drop in lab on wednesdays, but one of the other tutors couldn't make it, so I was in there for five. Add on to that another hour of one on one tutoring after that, and we have a seriously fried monkey here. Brain no work so good. Being an introvert means that while I can be very sociable, it's terribly draining on the batteries. Time to unwind alone and recharge are very important for me, and I haven't had much chance to do so. Terribly ironic that I decided to go for the job that is so very people intensive. Granted, I was starved for any kind of human contact for a while, but I kind of get a bit of overkill sometimes. Add to that a particularly crappy allergy day and less than stellar sleep... Needless to say, I need to complain. :P

It's amazing how much stress one can relieve sometimes by venting. A little less so when one actually considers the word "vent". Those crazy words, defining and explaining things. What won't they think of next. I am suddenly full of amusement at the prospect of trying to answer that seemingly rhetorical question.

~how many roads must a man walk down until you can call him a man?
Homer: Seven!
Lisa: Dad, that's a rhetorical question!
Homer: Rhetorical, eh? Eight!

I need more synonyms

The girl walks the halls, never stopping, ever moving on.

He runs at every chance; soon they'll take his legs.

He values his thumbs, but more so his lucrative liver.

Warmly drenches the ruddy sun upon the lonely stone wall.

His laughing gaze languidly shifts to her golden specked eyes.

Burning through the night, the fire peaks in roaring maelstrom.

Eyes burn with acid tears falling too quickly to number.

Lullabies quiver in the midnight air like peals of laughter.

Liquid light pours from the tipping tureen, blazing and rich.

Colors bleed and blend, blurring in swift and lurid patterns.