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I’m doing the exact opposite of it. I’ve named myself as the Dictator For Life of The Shamelessly Cheerful Dodos Club and I’m running its daily meetings with anyone who happens to come within a ten kilometre radius of me. It helps me maintain my sanity. It’s thoroughly confusing everyone who is close to me though. 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At the end of nearly every single day, I have whined and wailed to my Hobbes about the uselessness of metaphorical rocketship underpants. I haven’t been able to read. I haven’t been able to write. I haven’t been able to detach myself from the regular goings-on of my life, and</atom:summary><link>http://anoverflowingpapercup.blogspot.com/2009/01/ctrl-z.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Drenched)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1479408159264873547.post-1145261800121787513</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T22:22:13.772+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tale-spin</category><title>Two is Company</title><atom:summary>I think there are some distinct advantages of being a girlie girl - the bath gels, lotions, lip balms, shampoos, conditioners and all have the most gorgeous of names. I am not sure about other girls but I buy a lot of those products just because they sound nice. 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