I feel as though my heart has been ripped out of my chest.
I don't know if I want to blog anymore.
Please note that I am not the only "Spockgirl" out in cyberspace.
At some point during the day...
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
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Who passed on?
No... no death involved. I was just caught in a moment. What I describe as the offspring of a "HolyMotherofCrapfests". The soft, gentle mental equivalent of feeling a fist plunging into your chest, twisting around and the subsequent sucking sound of the vacuum created by its removal. No big deal.
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