i sit here illuminated only by the screen of my computer wondering what the fuck i feel. i wonder why i stumble into this sort of situation. things like this always seem to come from the direction i wasn't looking, a mack truck that broadsides me in a tiny import car. i don't know what to do or what to say to make this mean something. i'm happy and terribly confused at the same time... anything's possible when you dream. sleep calls.
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