So, one day, I bicycle to work, get a flat, and get laid-off.
And then, after having a few really fun days, I blew out my knee (again) and think, the Universe is telling me: No bets, nothing safe, nothing fun, but everything is good.
I have everything and should just shut the fuck up.
(Yikes...enough with the navel-gazing!)
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