I'm awake, getting ready for work. I still don't know how to do this site well. I need to "iron out the wrinkles", as people say. I can see my life as something of which I need to iron out the wrinkles. I would have a nice old-fashioned ironing board, with coffee stains on the circa 1920's cover (I love nostalgia...and coffee), and there would be this big pile of former jobs, bad habits, and words that came out of my mouth in regurgitation chunkettes of which I could not take back. I would flick a glob of spittle on the iron... sizzle...yes, it's hot enough. I'd grab a handful of paisley social faux pas and put them on the board, spread them out, and begin to iron. The stench would be incredible.
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