...several less-than-optimal pieces of fate...listening for proverbial drumrolls while my internal dialogue chants "buck up", makes me want to burrow under the covers...the better to embrace the vanished night...better sleeping nightmares than waking ones..."buck up"
Friday, March 12, 2010
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