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Some days I'm great. Some days I'm looking for a postman's uniform and an Uzi. Sometimes I see tomorrow as a new day with new opportunities; sometimes I see tomorrow as lying in ambush.
And on the bad days, I just remember to breathe and that everything, good and bad, is subject to change without notice.
(For the metaphorically challenged, that Uzi reference is a figure of speech. God bless the NSA.)
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