10 October, 2007
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Funny how I was listening to Michael Buble, and I was determined to simply enjoy the music and my place here. I was. I am. Yet deep inside, somedays, you just wonder, "What's really going on with everyone else back at home? Don't they have questions?" Because I feel like that's all I have.
Well, I have opinions, too. Like: This painting still isn't finished.
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