I can't help but think of David Bowie. I think I'm out of the worst of it now. Everything (or most everything) I worked for, that I put my energy into, has been deemed useless now, and that's good. I'm glad I don't have to worry about it now.
I'm so glad that Mitch is here, even if I can't see him as much as I'd like to. Or at all. Just to know he's there though, has brought me back from insanity sometimes.
Bien nuit. C'est finis.

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Careful.
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