My little faithful companion, Pepe, and I survey the horizon.
It's another day of hard work on the prairie.
We are free.
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I sometimes wonder about my sense of humor...
Hmm... oh well.
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I feel strangely indestructible after drinking a bottle of wine at 1am and then only getting three and a half hours of sleep....
and I feel totally fine.
I'm not sure if I should run with this and go on about my day, or take a nap in preparation for a possible crash later.
I'm going for it. I've already wasted enough time already. I kicked myself last week for getting nothing done when I had a chance.
The perennial complaint:
"Man, I really got my crap together..."