Tonight I am "worded out," after a two-hour class, and a long day, and a Migraine that refused to die. I want to write brilliant things, but I just don't have it in me. The words won't come, and no amount of London Fog tea will coax them out of the shadows. So I shall have to be satisfied with this: An experiential lesson in being human.
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