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Okay, I get tired of his sexually liberated blather. It's proof of spiritual poverty, but he sometimes puts out downright excellent podcasts. I try to listen if I can't tell it's too stupid to be borne going in.
Now that I'm up and dressed and breakfasted and two huge jugs of monster coffee in me, I believe it may be bedtime at last. I even made coffee for my thermos to ward off panic attacks when the power goes back out again. I should get off this puppy, anyway, because it freaks me out how long it takes to pull itself back together after each power outage these days. Maybe I can just have a nap so as not to be completely turned around for tonight, but....
Whatever.
always and any time....
