As sure as you're born, you ain't going to see no unicorn.
After the passage of a few weeks, the poor body regressed its healing from surgery. The art course was withdrawn from and mourning took place over its loss. Meanwhile, on the other hand, our drop-out dropped out of high school for the I've-lost-track-of-times and is a full time devotee of Gaia and primitive manga art. We purchased a condo, instead of renting, which needs LOTS of work and before working on the condo there were the one hundred and one + papers to be signed so that the ownership became ours. I try to perservere by doing my tardy art projects, but the meaning of life flits away between no ART and no physical BODY. I attempt Aqua Aerobics and kill my recovery from surgery even further. Artificial means are introduced to get through some days - under severe supervision, of course. Now I've got every reason to be as angsty as these endlessly depressed adolescents who visit this website. razz
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