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I just found a cat hair that must have swept up on my keyboard. I'm typing from the floor, and a tear is rolling down my cheek. In the bath this morning, I had wondered why I wasn't crying. Now I know that it's likely because I'm scared and on adrenaline - on the ride. I'm shutting down my iMac today. I don't have the bawls to carry on - too much chutzpah for me. I am spent and likely will go WTF times four thousand when I get where I'm going.
where am I going ? what do I want? always connection. connection with me would be lovely. here goes. a plug pulled.
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