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I spend too much time cracking myself up in an attempt to write or even think about the matter well (such is you) but there's just something putting me off. Fear, perhaps. Or quite probably I am just forcing myself in denial.
Well hmmm. Okay. Fear it is. Fear of hurt, I presume. It's all the same. A fresh set of perspective's all I need and I somehow might know how to figure this out.
Who gives a damn, anyway? Yesterday was freaking awesome. And you, my friend, still get me amused. :)
Thank you, Ding and Chin. You both talking me through this loser-ness (wtf) or whatever you might want to call it was all I could have ever asked for. At least I now feel much better (yet surprisingly still wide awake at 12:24 in the morning). Yay!
