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Thursday, January 31, 2013

The Things.

I washed my hair.

When in doubt, or mental turmoil, a clean head is of great comfort.

Like when you feel like this, about...stuff.

And then you have an epiphany, and...think.

And then suddenly...huh.

And maybe, maybe; this is a good...thing?

So go.  Make It Happen.
Now.  I'm watching you.


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My literary genius and profound wit is completely wasted, I fear.

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