confused, slightly dazed, quite frustrated

if you thought that you could never put a price on feeling foolish, think again.
i did. and for some reason it feels like deja vu without the interference.
it's ...
hah. i'm not that foolish to tell you the price.
and if there was a time i could've talked to the walls in my room instead of waiting for a hello back. i'd say a hundred. i'm not as anal as sean astin who counted how many precise days they had to wear their prothestic hobbit feet and it didn't even show in the shot. "fifty separate days". but hundred sounds like a nice round number.

Happy Birthday again to you Amy!