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Just a small bug, I hope? If 'lithers should be spared poverty, we should all stop being susceptible to illness, too.
I think I just got used to being in areas where it was so dry fireworks are severely regulated (but you can still bring absurd amounts of gunpowder and squibs back and forth across the Mex/Cal border!), so the fact Nebraska's very freely distributing them hit me kinda hard.
I'm definitely up tonight. I keep thinking I should be exhausted and hit the sack, but no. I'm weirdly proud of myself tonight, just for communicating to people better than usual. And not hitting my head against anything when I got a call from a friend's little brother, who hoped I could explain to her that 'a man's little soldiers gotta march.' There's only so close to being a Fellini film your life can get before it stops actually being painful and dramatic and everything lapses into comedy. Think I hit that point tonight. |
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