"Take a vacation. A Vacation from my problems. You bet I will." BOB
Taking a page out of my favorite psychosomatic, multi phobic, over eccentric sailor, Bob Wiley's rule book....
After stacking numerous olive green Rubbermaid containers full of my disastrous NC-17 high school letters and well used paperback copies of Franny and Zooey into a dusty storage facility, and bidding another bittersweet farewell to my quiet Bradford Pear lined street with a residual yard sale couch perched in my front yard, I'm embarking on a holiday to ease the deep creases in my face, because it's either a certain bow out or Botox.
This also means taking baby steps to a break from the daily dose of drivel.
Isn't no news, good news?
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