The meeting for the critique of Seeds is tonight. As the day goes on the butteflies in my stomach spawn and increase their flaps per second just a little more. At this rate, I'll probably be able to fly to the meeting. Of course that would save me some gas money. Hmm maybe that's the answer to the energy crisis right there, figure out some way for the population to maintain a state of delirious agitation.
Alright, I'm rambling. Truly I can't pull my thoughts together enough to say anything else.
Hope everyone's week is off to a less nerve racking start than mine.
When Distraction is the Answer
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