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It strikes me that I've been complaining a lot more lately than I have in a while. Well, I don't know. Maybe I compensate by not complaining much until I can't hold it all inside and then just burst open like an overfried sausage. And then I feel all squishy and melty and screwed up and weird. Sigh.
Sickenings. I really ought to get more sleep. I really ought to get more time *off*. Ouchmyhead...
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."