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And sleeping! Gosh, darn it. The sleep.
And so much to do! So oh oh oh much.
Pain. Anguish. Trauma. Etc.
Errr ... that's about it. Just need to bitch. Just need to give myself permission to slack off for a while. Like, not ODP slacking off, or whatever - real, solid, painful slacking off. Like, the stuff dreams are made of. Like that.
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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."