Well, duh. But, yeah.
Sorry, typo.Umm, can you says "Seven years?" Ahh knows you cans.A month. If only it were a month. I long for dem thirty dayses.Thirty days was sweet. Seven years, -- well, ask the preacher, because his god-fearin's ass will tells you where you was and where you goins'.My condolences to your yesterday's self.Do you know how many months there are in seven years?
Hi Nick, I don't know what happened seven years ago but its probably more than just breaking a mirror? I still need to finish reading your blog.I'm good, just can't concentrate, wrapped up in non-problem problems. Things that should be nothing hit me like a ton of bricks. Wondering whether it's struck a chord or hit a nerve. My life might not be as adequate as it should be and that's a good thing to notice.A friend of mine said something helpful, "Sometimes you have to deal with reality." Excellent advice. It's not just the problem, it's the solution!Thanks Nick, Comparatively I feel 98.809524% better!
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