I returned to upstate NY where I just laid in bed for days with a fever that just wouldn't go away. After more of this, I grew increasingly sure that this was not simply the flu!
I go to bed later than most People to see the moon in the night sky. And wake up earlier than most people to watch the Sunrise.
I think I'm quite a lazy person, actually. If I'm not careful, I could just stay in bed all day.
People have the right to say what they want, but as long as I can go to bed at night and look myself in the mirror, I'll be all right.
You just stay the course, and do what it is that you do, and grow while you're doing it. Eventually it will either come full circle, or at least you'll go to bed at night happy.
I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed.
I have a toy giraffe on my bed. I've got photographs over my desk as well as a mask of a giraffe in my kitchen. I am totally hooked.
When I was playing I felt tired all the time. My recovery period was a lot longer than the other players. They'd be ok after an hour - I'd have to stay in bed till the next session.
Every time I use an app, part of my brain dies! We'll get to the point where we go to bed and wonder: 'Did I have a thought today?' You'll have to go to your 'Thought' app!
I started wearing all black around the time I got into Nirvana. I first heard 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' when I was about 12, and I remember jumping on my bed, so excited about it.
I'm not saying the whole world will work this way, but with Airbnb, people are sleeping in other people's homes and other people's beds. So there's a level of trust necessary to participate that's different from an eBay or Facebook.
Cindy: There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams. She's standing in front of my mom's bed.
Edith: Are these beds made out of bombs? Gru: Yes, but they are very old and highly unlikely to blow up. But try not to toss and turn. Edith: Cool!
Carl Showalter: [Shep Proudfoot, enraged, bursts into apartment and knocks Carl out of bed while having sex with hooker] Shep, whatthefuckyadoin'? I'm banging that girl!
[Adam catches his wife Lorraine in bed with Gene Clean] Gene: Just forget you ever saw it. It's better that way.
[first lines] Boss Spearman: [indicating a thunderstorm] Think she'll get over this-a-way? Charley Waite: Might. Boss Spearman: Best bed 'em down.
Uncle Willie: [hung over] Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.
Margaret Lord: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more? Tracy Lord: Only in bed, mother, and not always there.
Clergyman: I was interested to see a Bible by your bed. You actually find time to read it? Patton: I sure do. Every goddamn day.
Lynn Sear: [when Cole comes to Lynn to ask to sleep in her bed] Look at my face; I'm not very mad.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
