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Lunch Hour Thoughts

 I have essentially stopped taking a lunch hour. Having the autonomy in my job to be able to make this choice and a) come in later b) work through lunch and c) still have a couple of moments where I smoke cigarettes decompress for ten minutes is amazing.

 Plus, I've been intermittently fasting (it's all the rage) since apparently the way I operate is as follows: if I'm forced to make a lunch choice, I'm better at choosing to forego lunch than I am opting for the healthy nutrition. I eat plenty at dinner, so don't worry, kthanx.

 Requests

 I understand that I have a readership of like zero because of that one time I went on blogging hiatus for a decade, which happened about a decade ago, but just thought I'd ask:

 Anyone have good sleep deprivation stories? I'm doing research on the mental, emotional and physical reactions that occur in ones mind and body when a human being hasn't slept (much or at all) for numerous, consecutive days. Share your stories here or email me at ambertiddmurphy@gmail.com.

 earworm

 Formerly a fan of sad songs (saaaay so much, remember THAT song?!) I have found myself recently enjoying the good old fashioned love song. I don't anticipate this glow of love being removed from my heart, so I'm hoping the the kleenex I'll need hence forth are of the "happysad" or the mopping-up sexual variety only. You're welcome. 

 Here are a few favorite lovey-dovey lyrics:
Uno: "I was so scared to face my fears. Nobody told me you'd be here." (Adele, When we were Young)

Dos: "Don't you understand/ I already have a plan/ I'm waiting for my real life to begin" (Colin Hay, lyric contains the title)

 Tres: "...No one else has ever shown me how/ to see the world the way I see it now..." (Shawn Colvin, Never Saw Blue Like That)

 Quatro: "If you knew how much this moment means to me/ And how long I've waited for your touch/ If you knew how happy you are making me/ I never thought that I'd love anyone so much" (Feels Like Home, Chantal Kreviazuk)

 Cinco: "You take the breath out of my lungs/ Can't even fight it/ And all of the words out of my mouth without even trying/ And I'm speechless" (Speechless, Dan + Shay)

 Seis: "I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you/ That every long lost dream lead me to where you are/ Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars" (Bless the Broken Road, Rascal Flatts

 In closing - this is a bonus section NOT referenced in the title. Again, you're welcome:

 In closing I'm in love, and all these wonderful lines of love songs barely scratch the little surface of my scarred heart, which now feels very healthy and whole. So much so that I don't even care if you write me back about the sleep deprivation thoughts, nor do I mind if anyone at all even reads this. 

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