I read.
You know that.
Even with images, I read. I am not illiterate. Even with exchanges, I read. Outraged, I work on clinging to a vow not to be affected by stress with a mantra of “Stress, be good to me!”
Sometimes, I ask myself why I still get crazy about the antics when the Lilliputian me is just one of those. It is a foolish notion to think that I matter when I do not.
I am working on a second vow and that is to get rid of critters. You would not even notice I know but I am working on it.
Be good to me, stress!
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