How on earth do you wash a Fedora? [and other random thoughts]…

I have been intensely busy, lately. Not just by hand, either. My mind...it often goes into Mach 7 when I attempt to procrastinate (by the way, the word "procrastinate," itself, is ironic - I mean, by the time you write the word out, you could have done something already - it's not a word for the lazy), and the only thing I can physically do to make it stop is to sleep (even though my dreams are usually full of anger when I do that - last night, for instance...ouch!), but if I don't stop it, from time to time, it just runs all...

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I was framed in the third, or fourth, grade maybe.

  Whether I like it or not, I am just not me without these frames.  

 

It is no secret that I cannot see well.  Now, there might be some other mystery about me that is less recognizable or understood (such as why I detest feet so), but sight?  No mystery there.  Starting in third, or fourth, grade, maybe, for some reason unknown to me, my eyes began to betray me, sometimes with less than desirable results.  (I feel betrayed only when I forget to wear my...

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