Cannot get into details, but I am so happy to apparently bed in a place where I can start this new blog, which I realized I had to do when I realized there was no way I could write another fourhanded pound tome like the last one- ain' getting' any young. But do have investing bursts, think, though few have ever ventured an opinion, and at this peculiar period in the twilight of my life (before corona) this seems like the right medium in which to tidy things up, not that there are anythings, not that I can imagine anyone will care. But U can write about it.
If I can find then (computer literacy pathetic) again, I will look up the blog's suggestions on how to draw people to your blog. because'a whole lot of shit out there and in order to even get noticed either on the web for real life, you pretty much have to be a complete asshole
How'm I doing? Never done before, don't know for a fact I deal with all the new internet shit. I write. I send it. I don't give a shit what happens after that. If here is one thing that I can think of that might be even worse than my life, it would be being a star. (which I have always so desperately craved to justify my pathetic existence).
Ok, we're gonna get into bedtime mode now. If I can get someone to help I can show you pictures and tell you tons about my two best friends.
Anything that doesn't kill us outright makes us stronger (nidetzche). Would that be a good thing to be thinking now. I think this is just a small wound delivering a large message, whatever the source--the lifestyle your world had developed simply could no longer be sustained. So we did some trimming.
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