With all apologies to Edna, this is how I feel about the internets right now: "Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell."
And god only knows when I'll get a nice long visit in, since I'm booked for the rest of the month -- weddings, birthday parties, sporting events. I'm tired just thinking about it. Also, squeezing your ass into Spanx-like products so you'll look half-way decent in the dress you bought to wear to aforementioned weddings? Exhausting. And depressing as fuck. Bygones. Weddings are happy events, right?
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