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There was a flurry and it died suddenly after I turned around to come back. There was a time today when I thought it was funny enough to lose track of things. This just in, as of yet I still have to find the point - the search ended at 4:30pm CST at some point over the weekend. It happened just like any-other except for this: my expectations became a pressure cooker while my actions slowed into sedentary. It means nothing, I fail to see what it is I should do with myself. Where is ambition, or better, what is that all about?