I am so freaked out that I actually put that last post on my blog that I am eating leftover pumpkin pie.
That I really don't need.
Sigh.
I can't do this-- I can't put that kind of stuff on my blog-- but if I don't, I really won't have anything to post right now.
Sigh.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
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