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Sugar Crash Day
Nov. 12th, 2008 02:24 pmYay...you get a peek at my insanity....>,o
*song note* It’s a sugar crash sort of day and my head is barely lifted. My eyes are drooping lower as the sugar takes it’s toll. Once it helped to wake me, had me bouncing off the walls, but now it has me spiraling downward on a sugar crash to hell. My head lulls in sleepiness and my body sags, so tired, I was up and peppy happy only an hour ago and now I’m about to hit the floor. *song note*
*song note* Yeah, yeah, it’s a sugar crash day. Yeah I keep spiraling downward in this sugary slide of lethargy. It’s a sugar crash day and I’ll just have to sleep my time away. *song note*
*song note* Music, walking, getting up and talking, it only did so much until I found my sugar rush. Then my eyes snapped wide and I was bouncing ‘round the room, happy as a sugar cube. But then the sugar pulled a stunt it never should have done, and then my body took a dive for that sugar rush ride. Down and down and all around, the sugar crash carried me, and now I can’t seem to pull myself from the state of “utterly sleep”. *song note*
*song note* Yeah, yeah it’s a sugar crash day. With my head to the desk and my eyes closed tight. It’s a sugar crash day and I’ll just have to sleep my time away. *song note*
*song note* Oh yeah. It’s a Sugar, sugar, sugar crash day.
Yeah, it’s my sugar crash day. *song note*
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And I /really/ need to not do things like this when I’m tired...*had a truffle, woke up for a bit....is starting to fall asleep at her desk again (or wishing she could anyway)...has a random little tune playing in her head, courtesy of “Internal Radio Live” even despite her iPod playing in her ear (okay, so this isn’t the internal radio...this is me being my mother’s daughter and coming up with random little ditties at random times), put head down on desk and started typing....and is surprised at the very few typo demons (that have now been munched) and figured I’d give you a frightening look into my mind when I’m tired and on a likely sugar crash.....*
*song note* It’s a sugar crash sort of day and my head is barely lifted. My eyes are drooping lower as the sugar takes it’s toll. Once it helped to wake me, had me bouncing off the walls, but now it has me spiraling downward on a sugar crash to hell. My head lulls in sleepiness and my body sags, so tired, I was up and peppy happy only an hour ago and now I’m about to hit the floor. *song note*
*song note* Yeah, yeah, it’s a sugar crash day. Yeah I keep spiraling downward in this sugary slide of lethargy. It’s a sugar crash day and I’ll just have to sleep my time away. *song note*
*song note* Music, walking, getting up and talking, it only did so much until I found my sugar rush. Then my eyes snapped wide and I was bouncing ‘round the room, happy as a sugar cube. But then the sugar pulled a stunt it never should have done, and then my body took a dive for that sugar rush ride. Down and down and all around, the sugar crash carried me, and now I can’t seem to pull myself from the state of “utterly sleep”. *song note*
*song note* Yeah, yeah it’s a sugar crash day. With my head to the desk and my eyes closed tight. It’s a sugar crash day and I’ll just have to sleep my time away. *song note*
*song note* Oh yeah. It’s a Sugar, sugar, sugar crash day.
Yeah, it’s my sugar crash day. *song note*
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And I /really/ need to not do things like this when I’m tired...*had a truffle, woke up for a bit....is starting to fall asleep at her desk again (or wishing she could anyway)...has a random little tune playing in her head, courtesy of “Internal Radio Live” even despite her iPod playing in her ear (okay, so this isn’t the internal radio...this is me being my mother’s daughter and coming up with random little ditties at random times), put head down on desk and started typing....and is surprised at the very few typo demons (that have now been munched) and figured I’d give you a frightening look into my mind when I’m tired and on a likely sugar crash.....*
