beau-père,
sometimes i bless my brain, i really am grateful to have you.
now, don't get too sefl-indulgent, keep up the good work.
no more alcoholic rants against myself or anyone else.
unlogical metaphores are my faves today. what makes me happy is that the mistakes
i make are simply consequences of my complete lack of logic, not my not knowing the right words. like downsizing the price.
not that i knew the right words, none comes to my mind right now.
read, sleep, ginger tea.
(the abused always kick downwards.)
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