I have approximately three minutes to write. I must then venture out bravely into the pouring rain, to go to a place I don't want to be. Should be fun.
There's so much I must write, so much to process. I need to find the time for it. There just doesn't seem to be any. It may become necessary to assert certain priorities, and choose one thing over another. Well, three minutes are over. Drat. See ya all. Assuming someone is reading this (an uncertain thing, even after I asked several people to read my blog.)
Goodbye.
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