Feeling in a bit of a slump. A rut, if you will. A dry spell with no gully-washers in the forecast. Don't get me wrong--life isn't terrible or anything, I mean, I could be living in California right now, right? (ha.) I be tap-dancing across the lips of the ravenous maw o' poverty, frivolously throwing my money at hookers & lice treatments when I
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