Dec 6, 2002
An itch in the eye
I wish the decision fairy would visit me tonight and tap my head with a sparkly, star-topped wand and bid me awaken with clarity and certainty and a sure sense of what to do.
Instead, I will likely be visited by nasty memorial dreaming and false starts and the morning song of the garbage fellows.
Well, best get to it.
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