While I have been told that today is a huge astrological event that will cause epiphanies to sprout from our souls like mold on wet cheese, I awoke early this morning to the hard knocks of reality. The whimsical fantasy of yesterday's post is gone and replaced with a much more natural (and somewhat stronger) urge to find a large hot cup of coffee. Yes, I know, it's not exactly a soulful purpose; I am what I am.
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