9/28/16
If it works, it works.
Maybe I've become a pragmatist. A good ol Yankee prag-a-ma-tist. I can take a feeling of it feeling a little better to humble myself and pray to some thingamagod. . . And stumble a little further with it. I was so ground down yesterday I couldn't even write much less try to be clever. Can I be tempered? I hope so, I don't need so much ego, I could be better to the sweet others in life with less of that.
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