Every time somebody puts on the microwave, or the refrigerator kicks in, or really anyone adds an electrical load, the lights dim slightly in our apartment. They go back again once it finishes, of course.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.
Watching an old tape of "Murphy Brown". Wondering if Murphy is ESTJ-- I really identify with her.
Murphy Brown: What is it with us? Why can't we take the easy road once in awhile?
Avery Brown: Because it's boring and dishonest and uncomfortable, like wearing a pair of shoes all day that pinch your feet.
I've become considerably more BORED lately. Also, I can no longer sleep. I hope insomnia is temporary.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?