The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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i have to dress my wound everyday, so troublesome... it's taking so long to heal.
hul. fred waited for me at my beauty salon for me to finish my facial to send me home. he got me some tasty cakes from charity. mmm...