...is when you stare into the golden glow from the green lamp above your head counting sheep and wondering at the silence of the fourth hour of the new day. By the fifth hour you arise to post a lame post on your already lame blog.
Me [in a whiny mood, with fervent passion] : I don't want to study no more. I WANT to be a house wife. The Man [without skipping a beat] : And I WANT to be a bachelor.
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