My space is becoming more organized, even as my brain remains muddled. I'm dimly aware of the ironies. One would think that tossing out junk would have a salutary effect on one's thoughts. Why one would have such a thought I can't say. One (meaning me) simply does. I must consider the possibility that one has one's head up one's ass. It wouldn't be the first time.
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My space is becoming more organized, even as my brain remains muddled. I'm dimly aware of the ironies. One would think that tossing out junk would have a salutary effect on one's thoughts. Why one would have such a thought I can't say. One (meaning me) simply does. I must consider the possibility that one has one's head up one's ass. It wouldn't be the first time.
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