I'm tired and impatient. My tiredness and impatience get together and come up with an ideafor a specific action I must take right now. If I breathe a bit, human wisdom, like a cheerleader leading a spell-out, rises up and says, "S-T-O-P. Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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