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Grief hits at weird times.

All the feelings.

Loved Cafe Society.

Where did the time go?!

10. Packing your apartment into a RAV4 is a major bitch.

Always remember the dream. Happy MLK Jr Day.

Not a care for him nor him nor him. Taking short breaths while I find my pace, stepping on a constant stream of broken glass as I run from the mess, ignoring the cuts. Climbing up the hills with my albuterol inhaler to surpass all those false summits to maybe find my own peak.

Karen O's crush songs are amazing.

All I want to say is cancer sucks.  Although I claim to not be afraid of death, it still shocks me.

Drinking a pumpkin beer and having a discussion with friends of what we want out of life. For me, what I decided is that I want a good balance of struggle and comfort, an endless stream of learning, drive, and enjoyment. I don't want to waste energy on silly stressors, petty arguments, nor people with bad intentions. I also want to contribute in some way that will leave the world a smidgen better once I leave it. 

Because you're just damage control,  for a walking corpse like me, like you. Because we'll all be portions for foxes.

As I’m getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die

(Go Vols!)

Days of yore. 

Veni vedi vici!!