Observations from a Commute, New York CityThere is bur in my saddle, ants in my pants. The is a fire in my belly, mania upon my brain. I can't figure out why I have to be the way I am. Or even if I have to be that way. I feel like a monumental pain in the ass and it's getting worse. Then again, I feel just fine.
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You're doing just fine toddy. It's just that you're acutely aware of your day to day, moment to moment pendulums. Give yourself a break to finish the stroke. In the end it generally equals out.
Man that was a nice thing to say. I wasn't expecting that sort of observation, but I suppose I ought to.
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