| grr.. waking up at 630 in the morning is not funny.. it reminds me of st nicks except that this time, there's no breakfast and milo ready.. and its freezing.. ahh, the thought of st nicks makes me think of orange bowl and blue bowl and wanton and chicken rice.. yumm.. its odd hearing thunder and seeing huge raindrops in melbourne.. extremely odd.. even the babies found it odd.. i think i'm getting a sore throat.. which might have gotten fast tracked after a child coughed into my face.. for me to realise later in the day that he has a fever and possibly, a sore throat.. boo.. folding freshly washed cloth nappies is therapeutic, almost. being in charge is odd. being completely random, like now, is normal. when a human, ... , looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken
 and still obeys.
 that's what frightens the devil most.
 
 stir (: - 9:33 PM.
 
 
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