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I should be in the movies. I think I can really act. I think I can win an award for my trying on the role of that happy-go-lucky. I think I'll get my make over done to don on the covers of magazines. I think I'll make the perfect villain for a cheesy B-Grade film. I think I am quite smart for a dead-end script. I think I would prepare my acceptance and thank you speech for my awards ceremony. I think I thought I was thinking too much.

Facts caught up with me today when I sat at the usual coffee shop sipping drink slurping lunch - broke and completely unsustainable. Today's Vesak Day, what, honestly, can I ask?

Health to strengthen my batteries so that I can screw up more? Longetivity so that I can see how bad I eventually do? Wealth so that I don't need to work so hard and start praying for health or longetivity? Or should I plain ask why.

Why I've got the most precious of things on this earth, yet unable to fulfill them. I'm a thing too, and I'm precious. But. So?!

2 souls cried today - one over love, the other over love. I saw one, heard the other. All because of love. The honey sap that turned bad.

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The continuation of my parcel story: went straight up to the lady behind the counter, "I want a box." Paid, then loaded my stuff in wrote the address, went up to another lady behind the counter, "I want to send this parcel." She received it, and I asked next, "How soon?" That's when she said, "1 to 3 working days starting from Monday."

Great. So getting it to the post office getting the parcel registered getting the fastest mode of mailing getting it quite expensively and getting it all out taking me close to half an hour, all just to have it arrive earliest next Monday. Just great. Looks like the weekend's squandered. Sorry box.

I think I'm sleepy...

Yeah I think I am.