...that life is like a run-on sentence? One of those long frustrating things that gallop forward without question-mark or exclamation-point or full-stop or even a comma to slow them down and give you no pause for breath and only hold together with conjunctions of dubious efficacy that stumble over themselves in the mad dash to get to the end of the sentence which is hardly recognizable when you reach it because by that time you've completely lost the thrust of the thing and are only staring glassy-eyed at the words and waiting for the punctuation mark at the end?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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