The best thing about reality is that it doesn't go away when you change realms. That means you MUST get good about dealing with reality. A coupla weeks going solo is a peek and like old cars there still is a rule to not get explicit about the dings. The Michigan football was a nice follow to Rodgers last night. The peace-of-mind that eludes geezers dwells here because the reality of a perfect twosome.

The night was clear and the moon was yellow and 2 and a 1/2 creatures are making it happen. The clouds o'er the crowds are still too loud. Now the killer would be that I can't handle the truth but in reality, I'm B'r'er Rabbit in the brier patch with bowsers to keep me company. The reason this appears here is pseudo-socialization at work. The doctor is IN.

Some of the rich people are shitting at the thought of relinquishing ill-gotten-gains taxable income. The ambiance here is the opposite of smell-o-vision. Part of the success is keeping focused on what's ahead then preparing for it. These guys who get something that kills them solidifies making every day count // insert Fame song here . . . I'm gonna live for -evar!!