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Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

last night left me so knackered i couldn't tell cervantes from armendariz at work, so i came home.
i slept this afternoon and it wasn't enough, & decided to skip chorus rehearsal tonight in favor of lounging. kept the tv off and made chicken smothered in salsa con queso and steamed green beans (seven net carbs). then i read The Crystal Cave to C while he fixed tomorrow's lunch. i forgot how good it is.
( diet shit )