Tomorrow is yet another of my days - So often, we delude ourselves into thinking that we have an abundance of time here on this planet - when in reality - We have so little. My thoughts linger 'pon my significant other, and I can't break them. And I like that.
I wish not to speak on the mundane all too often, but I witnessed a murder this evening. No, not the literal kind. The World Series kind. I assume that many of you are not baseball fans, but for those of you that are, I'm certain that you all witnessed it as well. Tragedy for those Colorado chaps. Although I had the distinct feeling that the outcome would be what it was.
And yet one last thought for the evening - I seem to fancy myself typing in British English. Or, rather, that's what it sounds like in my head. Of course, I would imagine that most people type in whatever tongue they are native to, but it seems so difficult to pinpoint a person's nation of origin simply derived from what they type. But myself, I seem to hold true to my dreams. Odd, that.
God, I miss her.
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