Today I bought a five foot broom handle to practice staff spinning. I am getting okay, but have never been satisfied with okay, I hold myself to high talents.

Falling – why is it called that? No – I am floating because of her. Floating in love. There is no falling involved. We get higher.

Torn between going out and staying in, and I think I willl stay – but this decision changes every moment. I think I will go out.

I should stop thinking.

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