I know nothing. I am nothing.
Yesterday I was hot and bothered about something specific about this old, new home I'm now in. Why was I bothered? When I woke, I wrote for five hours before work because in the United States, we have freedom. I opened the working electric refrigerator and poured (thank god) water down my throat. I peed not in the bushes but in a place free of fearing rear end insect bites. We're all so lucky. Each day, every time, laugh out loud, it could always be worse.
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