thanks so much my dear friends. I'm going to meet a friend who lives an hour south. She can talk with me. We're meeting half way. I've got to leave in a minute. Thanks so much for writing to me. Last night was not good. i'll check back in later. the forehead tingles got better... i am still dizzy, but not shakey anymore. I think I may have licked this bout of self injury urges.
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece...but to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out and defiantly shouting "Wow! What a ride!"
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