How is it that every time you think you are going to have time to sit back, relax, and have a breather, the world turns on you and you have thirty things to do before gong to bed tonight?
Not that this is my case today necessarily, but it looks to be that way soon.
And the irony to it? When all is said and done, you were happier and more productive when you were running 500 m.p.h. To those of you out there having a rough time of it, well it'll get better someday, and until it does, i made sure there is a nice big knot at the end of your rope for you to hang on to when you get there.
Going to the Fair
10 years ago
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