I've got no water.
I've got no fever.
I've got no voice.
But Briton came by this morning, picked up the food, and went to Hannah's so they could have Thanksgiving.
Unpack. Rest. Repeat.
For part of this afternoon, I sat in my father's recliner knitting and listening (simultaneously) to Briton's latest podcast episo...
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Revisiting Matthew Perry's ketamine-related death has pretty much closed the door on my using it for my depression. I realize his case,...
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Well, there's one good thing yes?
Oh Kim. No! Hoping their he1p showed you how mature they have become. Rest, dear friend, rest
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