If I’ve ever in my life been this stressed, my memory has mercifully erased it. Strange sensation; I barely even know where I am or what I’m doing — a lot like the early seventies, come to think of it. I’ve been telling myself things like “Your keys are in your hand,” but it doesn’t work without additional data, like “your hand is at the end of your arm.” (Did I get that right?) Got […]
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