Stabbed myself in the big toe today, the right one. Deep-to the bone. Had it coming, I did.
I've moved, we've moved. Places and objects and fucking dust in my lungs and my eyes and everywhere, everywhere. New digs and vistas, the cats won't shut up about it. New fears and demands, so many full plates to spin.
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I can't tell if I'm happy yet. I'll have to acquire and accumulate. I want more data.
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