I want to thank my family here. "Each and Ev-ry One." When I took my nose dive, seemingly (but luckily not) un-tethered, it was hurried. I did not have time, or pretty much inclination, to scribble replies to reasonable inquiries. Tap tap. (They were reasonable and genuine.) (So The Court tells me.) (Eeek.) [No really, I know they were. I apologize.]
Yet also, I'm basically rude and self centered. When I can't cover impoliteness, I always snuggle my overcoat and think back to the maxim, "tough titties."
["Tough Titties, Your Honor."
"Be seated."]
There's a pit-lake into which the Aztecs threw people, off the long stone causeway. It was two or three hundred feet to the water. In darkness. Like, well, a plummet.
I don't think it mattered if you were face up, or down, or bunched up or feet first or plugged your nose. Of course, flyers were sans heart and travel necessities.
But there was no real destination, either. So.
We won't go into why that's my choice of over-dramatic imagery. Kay? The more I work at this, and the less, the better. Let's put this whole ugly incident behind us, behind the bushes, and drive off dustily.
I survived; but I beat you guys up. Like a teen, or pre-teen thing.
(Time to search my room?)
And now I would like to snuggle in, fill my parking space, like nothing happened. How long can a person do this bad behavior? How long have you got?
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Next week's course:
"Manic Depression ~ Is It Really?" |
