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[ward2south]

So, yes...All is well. This, however, doesn't I am not overwhelmed. Between others having to adjust to the lives recently (and abruptly) thrust upon them - which the stories of are their own to tell - and my own pointless angst, my head feels as if it has a clamp around it. I got back from going out to pick up Josie for ribs - but turned around after getting a ticket - ran to my room, fell into my couch, grabbed my aching head and began to cry. I do a lot of that lately. But, now I'm just getting way ahead of myself.



I finish this later...
Angel With A Drill