"At the age of thirty-seven she realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair"
Well after my brief foray into "interesting" I seem to have settled back into my usual patterns again :
music , time wasting, worrying, music, fitful sleep.
All's well that ends well eh?
It's late, and I had intended to ramble just a little longer, but I am actually very tired,
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
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