I’m rarely at a loss for words, at least in written form, for today I find myself on a plateau of some sort. Yesterday, from about 3 o’clock on was torture, in some sort of nebulous, nondescript way . I was hungry but I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t…
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The Morning After the Night Before – Day #2
Nobody should have to drink swamp water first thing in the morning. I just have to get that off my chest. Even if it tastes sorta okay, really that’s a stretch, I feel more like a frog than a human being. It just isn’t natural! Give me spinach and lettuce…
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