Commonly confused words. One of those tests one might do when bored or trying to test one's mettle. People who know me better might predict how poorly I fare at such tests.
I was tempted to write something devastatingly depressing today but I'd forgotten while reading through the afternoon. (Note to Fenrir: Notepad! Use the notepad!) I can't be sure if I'm actually depressed or just incapable of feeling contentment. Being a perfectionist in quite a few areas can do terrible things to one's happiness.
Cleaning is actually a chronic drudge. No matter how I clean the room, dust bunnies keep showing up. That's besides the mysterious mountains of clutter that keep appearing no matter how much I tidy. Ugh.
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nobody can be perfect. they can only strive for excellence.
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