Last night, I dreamt that I wrote a poem. It was a kickass poem. Today I woke up and it wasn't true. I really wish that dream had been real.
I know, I know. Go forth and make it real!
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
Adieu to disappointment and spleen, Jane Austen. - The second eight-week session of my yoga class started up last night and the teacher pushed me (figuratively, obviously) and I hated myself and then I love...
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