- The prospect of a long day at the beach makes me panic. There is no harder work I can think of than taking myself off to somewhere pleasant, where I am forced to stay for hours and ‘have fun’.
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Ah, summer, a time when the sun is up early and smiles upon the world, a time where walking around half-naked is excusable, Continue reading
Tuesday, the second day in the working/school week. Tuesday, named after the Norse god Tyr who only had one arm and ruled over single combat (one armed combat or single sword combat?) and heroism, the kind of god that went around with only one arm and still be willing to fight. Contrary to say, mentally that day, I ran like hell. Continue reading