July was an odd month. It didn't have the internal panic of June. I worried, and worked, and sat in a kind of haze from which things and people came and went. I mostly I didn't pay attention, hid in my house and hauled myself from project to project, kicking and screaming all the way. August doesn't have that feeling. You know how August feels
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And I'd love to attend your shindig, but alas, I cannae purchase any of your fine compositions. Hell, I cannae purchase food right now :P
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