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To my most beloved: I'm here. You aren't. I soooooooOOOooooo miss you.
On the home front:
I let lying man know that I knew he was lying, but he didn't seem phased one bit. For all my bark, I really am a push-over if I find some redeeming quality in you. There's no going back though. It's onward ... who the hell knows where, but one foot will go in front of the other .... at least to the gym to pound the meanness out of the souls of my feet. There is no telling about the soles of my soul. They may take us all the way to Key West and back.
Yawn ... its late. I have to hit the sack and do it all again tomorrow. If I don't pulverize stagnant to a pulp, it is going to be my wit's end and my happiness' death.
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Mondays suck enough without having your soul sucked out of you. :(
ReplyDeleteI hope the gym helped some... I know that remark is feeble and unhelpful.