It is possible to think so much that your brain hurts. That would be today. My frontal lobe is throbbing.
So much so that even this Compulsive Traveler has absolutely no desire to travel anywhere...not even a quick vacation of the brain or jaunt to a river or prance down the street.
I prefer a couch with a cat named Samoa and a wall to stare at.
Or maybe it is time to just close my eyes...and become driftwood.
So much so that even this Compulsive Traveler has absolutely no desire to travel anywhere...not even a quick vacation of the brain or jaunt to a river or prance down the street.
I prefer a couch with a cat named Samoa and a wall to stare at.
Or maybe it is time to just close my eyes...and become driftwood.
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