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Oh God, I'm always dehydrated. I get yelled at by people so much about it. I've been asked the color of my pee by three people in the last month. It's probably the amounts of caffeine I ingest. And I forget to drink water. I'll go have a big glass of water right after this minute ends. I am thirsty...
Oh yeah. This is something of a dilemma. In my head anyway. In reality, it's probably nothing at all. I probably won't even remember this day. In the whole grand scheme of things, I mean. I'm not making sense. But I really hope everything's okay and this "dilemma" isn't really a dilemma at all.
I have a buttload of staples in little drawers on my desk. I don't think I even have a stapler. I don't know what to do with them. I want to throw them out but I keep thinking they may come in handy one day. So they'll stay in the little drawers on my desk for God knows how long before someone sees and makes me throw them out.
There's a pattern to falling in love. Each person has their own pattern but it's there. You go from one lover to the next, each one even more perfect than the last. Each time, you fall deeper and further in love. Each time you promise yourself you won't make the same mistakes. Each time you promise yourself you'll be careful.