E l weight of my conscience for a possible bad act and the raucous barking Lucas, the damn dog next door, has been a top to reconcile my normal night's sleep. I have not slept comfortably and I thought a live action film of Bruce Willis: anxious, nervous and tense about the outcome of the action. On waking I thought I had stayed a few minutes, eyes heavy as sacks of olives and coarse limbs as a tool of the Paleolithic. The head, their thinking and reasoning were still trying to rest a few seconds.
One concern is the worst company to try to reconcile good sleep. And, as they say, literally heavy, uncomfortable and obtrusive. Seems to move within the head suspended in the fluid of the peace, light and transparent, like a ball inside a globe, with every move in bed. It's more annoying to think about the frustration of your success with that girl you met two weeks ago and thought was the girl of your life, potentially. It occupies more than your thought that the tasks that really must be carried out. And what can fix it? Few things: leaving only time to dissolve impurities or address the issue. I do not know which is worse, so faithful to my approach will act default n keep any grudges, because far from what one might think of me, I know that word. And who would think ... I do not know. I'm not a liar.
One question: is omitting a truth lie? Or fool? And cheating is lying? I no longer know.
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