Or what bothers me so much? Love? Different status? Or the irrationality of the world? Looks like the pussy and air are falling out like a flat head. Take a deep breath while sitting on the bench. Once, twice, three times. Has this moved anything forward? I'm starting to feel like I'm just desperately walking on a futile, distant path.

Is it okay for me, a busy warrant lady, to try things so carelessly?? Shouldn't we be recommending more and more from pressing challenges because there are piles of things to do? Though I think so.