26 November 2007 12:25

Annual

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Right, so in theory, I can do this. In theory, I can do all sorts of things. I have a paper cut at the tip of my right index finger, sort of to the left, and up by the nail. When my fingers hit the keyboard, there are twinges. My cat has a cut on one of the pads of his paws. Now I know how he must feel. I'm in a new old place. New old house, new old work, new old lots of stuff. It's happy and anxiety-provoking all at the same time. You can make decisions about what defines you. Those things can change. love, might