Me thinks human emotions are something
like the old clothes lines of yesteryear. On
wash day, you could see piece after piece
of fresh laundry hung with carved wooden
pins, flailing in the wind, almost against
their will. Describes perfectly a day such
as today. The LIST . . . one must bear up
and be slave to the list. Drive her, pay there,
eat quickly, remember what was forgotten,
pray you get home without killing anyone!
Can I please go to bed early and pretend
today never happened? ~!@#$%^&*()_+
all errands ahoy
dancing as fast as I can
off to bed early
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