Back in my local after an eight day break - a sabbatical for my liver, if you will - militated by my having been on nights, and what has changed? How about nothing. My life is still the benighted mess it's been since I can't remember when, my nose rubbed in the realities when I was out and about earlier - it's been one of those days where there have been more than the average number of cuties around, even during the middle of the day when you might have expected them to have been in school, but all of them, of course, completely and permanently out of reach. There might be some point to all of this torture, but I'm afraid I can't see what it is.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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