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25 Dec 2004 at my lowest ebb, I went for 'that' walk toward the local interchange.

As I passed the garage, I saw the kiosk was open and I bought a bottle of plonk and some sweets instead.

There are times still, when I think I might've made the wrong decision.

Merry fucking Christmas.

In fact you've just inspired me to compose another long, introspective thread.

Well, seeing as you put it that way - I guess I'll just continue to plough my own lonesome furrow, and look for answers within.

But what if I was to input my hypnopompic musings and ask AI to make sense of them?

Cool.

*Titters*

Probably because the poor postie has to fight their way through thick undergrowth and hide from hoards of as yet undiscovered wild, painted natives in order to deliver to Bumblefuck, UK.

It's called Yakhunt?

🎵 to fall in love. To FALL in love….

It only takes a minute, girl.

I liked your confident delivery. You have a proven and extraordinarily wide knowledge base, catholic taste, etc. Something to consider, still?

I'm 68 and I enjoyed the interaction. 👀

Of course you can. Surprised it hasn’t said before.