There was a time recently that I was concerned I had an aneurysm



And not the good kind... the ones that sing about how much they love 7-Up.

So after a while, and with no fanfare (always my favorite part of anything I'm involved with), the whole thing just stopped.

So that was cool that it went the way of the Dodo bird, but I would have liked to have some sort of diagnosis done. An explanation is always nice, isn't it? I'm left with a longing for the knowledge, but a pleasure in not having the pain. You know? Wah Wah Wah
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