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CD Who?

No, I do not remember what CD it is today.

I won't be spontaneously doing the arithmetic anytime soon (hopefully).

That device has suspended operation till the next come-awake snooze call.

And it feels kind of liberating, you know....


^WiseGuy^
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  1. Kristin17 February 2010 at 22:01

    Liberation is a very good thing.

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  2. K17 February 2010 at 22:19

    Not counting does feel fantastic. CDwhat? Not me!

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  3. Mrs. Gamgee17 February 2010 at 22:26

    I hope someday I will be able to shut off the counting... even when we took our break last summer, I still knew where we were in each cycle. so aggravting.

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  4. Barbara18 February 2010 at 00:30

    Yup. Liberation is a good thing.

    xxx

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  5. Photogrl18 February 2010 at 01:13

    Nothing better than a non-counting cycle!

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  6. jenicini18 February 2010 at 04:00

    WHEEE! You are free! ;)

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  7. Beautiful Mess18 February 2010 at 14:28

    Ooohhh how liberating indeed! Glad you're feeling good about it!
    *HUGS*

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  8. IF Optimist, then...19 February 2010 at 00:53

    It makes me want to start singing that George Michael song Freedom. Here's the video in case anyone wants to sing and dance along!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diYAc7gB-0A

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  9. Clare19 February 2010 at 13:25

    There's an award waiting for you on my blog ... http://thepitter-patter.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-forget.html

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  10. Wishing 4 One19 February 2010 at 17:23

    Freedom, freedom, freedom.......

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  11. AnotherDreamer20 February 2010 at 12:49

    Very liberating indeed :)

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