It's 1:51 am, CST, and I am awake.
Fancy adjectives and colorful prepositional phrases have become an addiction, but the buck stops here.
The buck stops here? What does that even mean?
While I'm avoiding this journal because I feel some neurotic need to impress you with my verbage, the days are flying by and my life is going going going.
So.
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