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I wrote this when I was half asleep... I don't know what a heating room is. |
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| J. R. R. Tolkien |
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. |
| Jim Capaldi |
I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now? |
| Enrique Iglesias |
I don't sleep much. It takes me a long time to fall asleep. I'm a bit of an insomniac but, when I fall asleep, I don't ever want to wake up. |
| Cab Calloway |
You don't think it was because a white man wrote it, a black man wrote it, a green man wrote it. What - doesn't make a difference! Doesn't make a difference. I think he did a good job. |
| Neil Jackson |
I didn't have the money to put myself through drama school, so I thought - naively - that if I wrote a play and put it on at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, agents would see me and that would be my ticket to Hollywood. I wrote a musical; an acting coach saw it and put me on his course for free while I wrote for his company. |
| James Fenton |
The Italian word 'stanza' means 'a room', and a room is a good way to conceive of a stanza. A room, generally speaking, is sufficient for its own purposes, but it does not constitute a house. A stanza has the same sense of containment, without being complete or independent. |
| Art Garfunkel |
Paul's the writer. Yeah, I wrote a little of that stuff, but that's just technically true. In spirit, and in essence of the truth, it doesn't matter. So I don't know, maybe I'm being foolish for not being technical. Yeah, I wrote a certain portion of the things. |
| Cab Calloway |
That's what George wrote! He wrote it. Why change it? There was this European company that I was speaking about awhile ago - course, didn't nobody know what Porgy was. |
| Casey Abrams |
I feel like there's no subject that can't be sung about. I wrote a song dedicated to people with inflammatory bowel disease, and then I wrote about shoes. And mangoes. Every rock should be turned. |
| Neil Innes |
But mostly, I wrote songs and Viv wrote songs. |
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I had a dream that I accidentally blew up Sherman's friends house because I left things in the heating room.
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I fell asleep on a wooden board and had a dream that there was a mattress in the other room I totally could have slept on. #baddreams
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All social interaction? I don't understand the first half. I don't think that love IS either of those things. I think it can exist in either condition.
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Last Sunday I drank a coffee at 9pm, and then took a Sudafed at 11. I tried to go to bed around 2-3 after watching boardwalk empire, and obviously could not (Sudafed + coffee = kind of speedy). I should mention for a half hour before I went to sleep, I read all about the real life mobsters form that era, murder inc, etc. (what am I going to find out that I didn't last week from wikipedia?).
Anyway, I finally fell asleep around 5, and had a wonderful stress dream (nightmare some might call it, but I don't frighten easily) where I was shot in the neck, but in order to make sense of it and the angles of blood spurt or something, I had to realize a linear basis for the entire system of 1920s mobsters. Not that this was a conscious task that I had to solve, it was how my brain was trying t...
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I had a dream that I was asleep and there was this red spider in my bed. I woke up and I saw it and knew I had a book that described it. The book said that the venom could kill people and that it could bite you without you feeling it. So then I was disappointed because I had to go to the doctor. There was also someone else there but I don't know who it was.
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Not unlike the Cronut, the Phonut is half phone half donut
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People write here about microplastics in the sea. I'll write about how I forgot my phone in the lost and found room. It all started a night before when I forgot my laptop charger in the law library. I was working with other students for Complexity homework. I was also stressed because of the AIDA project and this made me forget things and be very tired. I didn't even realize I forgot my charger until the end of the next day when my battery was low. The deadline for AIDA had just been pushed back again so I didn't need my laptop that night. Next morning I went to the law library, at the lost and found room to search for my charger. My excitement when I found it was so great that I didn't realize I left my phone on the desk there. Luckily, immediately after leaving the room I could sense that something was wrong. I felt incomplete without my phone. So, very embarrassed I turned back and faced the person in the room. She was amazed at how I left my phone in there after just recovering an...
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I wrote a program that will text me random sentences from Wikipedia while I'm sleeping but for some reason it doesn't work with my phone number. I don't know if it is a problem with the carrier or what. It works with other people's phones.
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Ingredients:
Half a large Red Onion (Chopped)
A lot of Garlic! (I put about 10-15 cloves. Crush the garlic with a knife and chop, or use a garlic crusher)
Half a Can of Tomato Paste (6 oz)
Louisiana Hot Sauce (Ashanti) This is all based on how spicy you want it, we like it hot hot hot!
Italian Seasoning (Make sure to crush it between your hands and sprinkle it on) I use a generous amount, about a palm full)
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I don't understand why people walk around on the heels of their feet. It's like they're jamming them into the floor. That can't be good for your bones. And it makes the room shake. It makes me nauseous. Does that not bother anyone else?
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