Tired.

Yeah, so, just spent an hour going batty on a comfy little grassy hill by the side of the boulevard. That was kind of nice. Got some stuff out of my system, got my head on, and felt about seven years younger, since most of my teenage years were spent doing absolutely nothing, on little grassy hills.

The idea of time travel bothers me. It cannot be possible. To be able to travel through time suggests that everything that ever has happened, and ever will happen, is currently being replayed over and over again, in millions and billions of alternate dimensions. It suggests that ever moment, every fraction of a second, have all been prerecorded, and frozen, and are all layered against each other, in infinite parallel universes, and that we, as individuals, are able to hop between these layers. Wonder, if we were able to peel away these layers, like the leaves on an artichoke, would we find a little ball of substance at the core?

It isn't possible, because we cannot relive a moment. We cannot go back and recapture it, no matter how hard we try. People are constantly changing, we are constantly being reinvented, with each new experience, and each new event, and every new knowledge that we obtain, we are constantly seeing the world through new eyes. New insights, new lessons, new facts, they all change the way we process, they all change the way we see things, nothing that has been, an ever be again, it's impossible, it wouldn't be perceived in the same fashion.

And with that knowledge there is hope, because there is always room for change.

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So.
Today is Wtorek. Last night was spent not cleaning. But, today nothing is planned, and so, Ja will be attacking the living room.

Jak wiesz haven't been sleeping well lately. Ja did manage almost eight hours last noc though.

Omawiany do mojej matki wczoraj. Just for ten minutes, on my break, at work. She's excited about visiting.


Piję moją kawę . Yummy Starbucks.

This post is very vacant, but, it's mostly just practising my Polish.

This One's For You sed

Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?


But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?


La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.


Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!


Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee.
Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.


I love this hive, employee-ee,
Bisected accidentally,
One summer afternoon by me,
I love him carnally.


He loves him carnally,
Semi-carnally.

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Alrighty then. Just arrived in from one of the funniest films Ki's seen in a long while.
"The Anchorman". Now. Ki believes this movie did receive horrid reviews? Well, that's just a load of etam. It was fantastic. Did not stop laughing almost the entire time. And it also had cameo's from some of my favourites, Ben Stiller being among those. Let's just say brilliant jokes and spoofs, stereo-typed characters, and a street brawl with a bunch of professionals, a trident, and some crudely done rough weaponry. It was amazing.

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Alright, before bed, just thought Ki should share something somewhat shameful, heh.

Ever since Ki was a little kid, she thought the lyrics to this song were

"Blinded by the light/Revved up like a douche"

Heard the song on the radio on the way home from the film, it started grating on me, because was thinking - "No! No! He couldn't possibly be saying that!" - so, managed to keep it in my thoughts until arrived here, and then looked it up. The proper lyrics are

"Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night"

And there we have it. One of my life long mysteries - solved!