Thursday, July 29, 2010

Imagine how many people are out there.

Hello. Sitting here about to get to work with my scraped top left index finger. The top layer of skin shaved off and I don't even remember what I was doing. That is how my life is I guess I am always doing something whether it be art, garden or store, I've always been cut although I have decent hands when they are cared for I do love them. But not having cuts to deal with, that would be something.

I still don't remember what I was doing. And I've noticed that I drift when typing so I leave out the main part of a story and skip to the end. Details.

Maybe I can interpret that to mean that I am to fast (in the head) for my typing? OK.

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