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2007年8月25日 星期六 晴 32°C

最近被失眠困扰，夜里睡不着，早晨起不来，白天困得没魂。

昨天三点多才睡着今天早晨起床浑身酸痛，就想深度自虐，用外部刺激来缓解自身无力，于是，今次的选择是去看郭睛明的博客。刚打开就很傻眼，8月6日这种“拥有凹陷胸大肌、搓板状肋骨和不知是否有内容的内裤湿身照”来挑战全球人类忍受能力极限，此类照片还是少看为妙，我这么虚弱差点就嗝喽了。

这两个月很穷，穷到什么程度呢，就是看到EOS单反相机（价值约7000元）都会在心中怒吼“我要榜大款”的程度。可是大款都是和涂桃红色指甲油烫波浪卷发脚蹬三寸高跟凉鞋且足跟无死皮会发出银铃般天真笑声的青春无敌妙龄美少女约会的，我等高寿宅女（或干物女）又怎么可能榜上大款呢。况且，在我妈红彤彤光辉照耀下成长起来的我自有一幅傲骨和矜持的心，如果我做出抱着一个男人的胳膊嘟嘴嗲声说“人家想要那～个～嘛～”的事情，自己会一边笑场一边想抽自己嘴巴。还有噢，昨天看了天涯一个帖子，大致内容是女生A在天涯抱怨说自己bf很忙……被女生B看到，觉得奇怪：咦？怎么和自己bf这么像……然后B就跟A互相回帖，结果两人就认了亲……bf是同一人。更BT的是后来又从看热闹的人中发掘出来了C。然后天涯就启动了强大人肉搜索引擎，挖出这男的是个中关村某网站的头目。大款们妻妾成群是共识啦，我这种超级自私黏人虫肯定受不了几女侍一夫。

对榜大款的可行性进行分析后，发觉我真是白痴一个，妙龄时为什么要成天和女同学泡在一起？好歹也要交个靠普的男朋友嘛，没准现在已经过上有人给端洗脚水的和谐生活了。

在这种自己动手丰俭由人的日子里，在姑奶奶我即将弹尽粮绝之际，竟接到N个婚礼邀请，都是我有朝一日结婚也根本不会请的人，杀人的天，分明不是很熟祝福就好了为什么还要去送钱给你们啊，还让不让人活了。

好像很久没放歌，今天贴一首最近在听的。

小野丽莎 Gentle On My Mind （最温柔的你）

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
Crackling caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind