I feel pretty good about my dining room,
sort of good about my office. It's better than it was.
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Today, I aim to feel a lot better about my kitchen. I just have to pretend that I'm a young chick of less than a hundred years old, and get back to work.
When I'm around people, I can smile and act more or less normal. Guess I need to be around people more. Solitary, I'm more like an animal. Like Mo. Like the towhee, trying to get through something solid. When I'm around people, I can act like one of them, even if I'm not.
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