Twenty-Eleven? Eleven? That explains... so much.

I'm dusting myself off, and trying again. (With white pants, at that.)

There's prolly some things that I'm giving up, I think. (Yes, even those I've kept for yearz - begone!) Definitely. Yah, for sure. Okay, well, one can't be too sure. But I shall carry on. There's so much that needs to be done. So much energy wasted. So much...

Argh, new beginnings are tough. And pretty deceptive. So I'm gonna stop. Right now. Because I don't really know where this post is headed.

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