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My feet hurt
My head aches
My eyes burn
My body pains
My shoulders beg
My soul cries
But the day doesn’t end
It’s been years now.

There’s no day,
There’s no night.
There’s no work,
There’s no life.

It’s all one.
It’s all the same.
It’s all one long lonely haze.

There’s no day,
There’s no night.
There’s no day.
There’s no night.
There’s no day… there’s no night.

I was tagged recently. In a note on Facebook, no less. So I was really excited – this being the first time I was tagged and all – and I went over to the note and started reading a list of Yes and Nos. I went through the entire list patiently and couldn’t find any reference to me. I went through it again and then returned to my Home page, perplexed.

A few days later, I was tagged again! And I dutifully went over to the note and … I just couldn’t find any reference to me.

Then, today, I figured out that tagging in a note is another one of those cute ways of saying what you feel like about yourself and getting 25 other people to read it!
 
And just as I logged out, I saw I had been tagged in a photo … and discovered it was an emoticon version of me. Oh, well!

I am just not with it I tell you…

I’m sure you noticed that I didn’t specify ‘more’ of what.