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fill in the blank... over tired over ate over it... did i mean overate or over-ate, over eating?... time and time again the questions are asked, or not, and the message is lost in translation... we would be so good at communicating if not for all the words... yeah, been tweeting again (and babbling about it too)... just when i thought i was asleep too... and with softball practice in just a few hours, of course i really ought to be... soome words are repeated so often, they seem to lose their meaning though their meaning does not change... is that even possible?... what?...

startling fact past entries, no doubt... feel free to peruse yourself if you are all that interested in (e)thereal life of the one you call whatever it is you might call me... oh, that's an odd name, whatever it is you call me, kind of pig-latin indian or something... maybe with a little monty python twisted into it like a corkscrew into a cork... there is hope for us, really, even if you don't always see it clearly (cuz the past happened (future too) and there ain't a thing anyone can do about it but accept, digest, enjoy or mourn or both, and move on)... just hang in there...

and just keep swimming :)