I have a better sense of going home. I walk into the new place and think to myself "Yeah... I think I can finally settle in". I hope I'm right. This has been the bumpiest year of my life. Year #30 has been asssssanine. Irony if you believe in it would deliver me to apartment #30. I believe you would say serendipitous Mr Roving Jack.
Only 14 more days until the end of the year. Fate? What sort of laughter do you have in store?
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