Folded Thought of the Day:

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One of those days...  

Ripped from a less-than-peaceful sleep by garbage trucks 
that seemed to be making a house call in the next room.  Nice 
of them.  Dreams weren't exactly on your side anyway.  All 
those untouchable objects of affection and bits of unattainable 
knowledge and unspeakable secrets -- the ones that flirted 
so eagerly with you on past nights -- just reminding you 
now of all the reasons it's best to keep away.  

And all the demons in your head that compete for your daily 
attention seem to have formed an alliance.  Must have gone 
to one of those efficiency and effectiveness seminars.  

And you find yourself negotiating a tightrope-traverse with 
shoes that someone lined with lead.

And everybody's walking through the doors that you opened.  

And you forgot your bullet-proof vest and all those attacking 
forces seem to have stocked up.  

And somebody messed up all the letters of your keyboard.  
Spending too much effort to find the right words.  Wonder 
why you try so hard.  eioeionmgo jkaog[p;pkki odjfiqiod+?"l

One of those days...


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