The past three weeks have been pretty hectic. At least in my universe. Well, the presidential debate was pretty insane in mostly all our universes but I digress. I've been traveling to SF a lot. Thrice in the past week and a half. Is that a lot? I don't know. Probably. Feels like a lot though. That's good though, because that means they've been memorable trips. Memories appreciate. That's good. Well, at least the good ones do.
Currently writing this blog in SF. Didn't see that one coming... haha.
I'd just like to restate my belief in miracles. I was walking a thin line. And I fell. But I was caught. Yes, by God. The atheists laugh. I laugh at gilded butterflies. Now how do I properly say thanks for a miracle? Climb back onto that thin line (NOT a cocaine line for you close readers). Try again. Hopefully not fall again. But if I did it's okay. Miracles happen... twice? Thrice? Maybe not. No worries, I had my run. I'm due. Let's do this.
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