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NOT A BAD DAY TODAY

But after the grim days I’ve had lately,  that’s saying  a Helluva lot.  When it’s really bad, Grendel helps me level out.A LOT.  So, thank you, Scott  for him.

The  new STAR WARS was on sale for a hot minute  in the iTunes store, during my latest  computer fit, so I missed out on that.  FRACK.  (Any BATTLESTAR GALACTICA fans out there feel me?)

I still dunno what to do with the rest of my life. The trust is conservative,  which I guess is as it should be, but I will  admit that a lot of  my suicidal impulses & talk bubbles up when other people  present themselves as  knowing some illicit news about the trust and  it’s use;I should trust my Trustees more and have a  more conscious faith in my knowledge my Trustees don’t talk out of school to anyone about  my  money, but it’s SO DAMN HARD, WHEN YOU’RE HEARING IDLE CHATTER.

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