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I also remembered: I stubbed my toe way early this morning as I was hopping into bed.
Eerie. (I wonder if I influence my own coincidences at this point?)
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aside:
I always say I'm too busy and I never have time to even accomplish a quarter of the things I start, think about, or even come across and never remember to research even once more (in essence: I write reminders to myself to forget about things), but then again, I think I always find at least several hours a day to just stare off into the nothingness that is my inverted cloud of sentience, and I, again, wonder, "what am I doing here?".
It sucks kinectly moving in place. You get tired from going absolutely nowhere.
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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