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What to do, to do, to do. When you're trying to figure yourself as a part time investor to an idea that isn't beyond your comprehension, you just have to sit down and figure everything out all over again, kind of like riding a bike or acting. You can stop doing it, or slow down until you forget, but after a while it'll come flowing back whether you want it to or not, kind of like my journaling. So it's a new start whilst staying completely the same. Aren't I but just the least bit annoying yet, no? Hm. I should try harder, or less as hard, in case you enjoy me but want to see me fall on my face for no specific reason other than just a lark. Last night was supposed to be a night of lasts but it’s turned into a bunch of firsts. I may have started drinking more than normal again, but that's not a problem, I'm not about to drive any cars. This whole written paragraph doesn’t make much sense, and it could get longer as the beat goes on, because I’m preparing myself with a barbaric battalion of wits and consequences.
Merci.
Merci.