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I should have went to bed ages ago, but I lost track of time and it got away from me.  I'm writing here now because another few minutes won't make any difference.  In for a penny, in for a pound, as the old saying goes.  Miss Johnston, our history teacher at school, tried to explain that saying to us.  Some people got it and others didn't.  I'm not surprised, looking back, that some people didn't get it, because those same people aren't getting very much of anything even now.

Facebook is a great indicator of the heights of perception that people have achieved.  A lot of people from my childhood are sharing the same jokes as they would have back then, if Facebook had existed in the 90s.  There are others who share quotes of text that have some deep meaning, especially for them I assume.  There are two sisters I know who share nothing but images, videos and posts about looking after dogs, rescuing dogs, feeding dogs and other general Dog stuff.  They post so many dog-related content that it makes me want to kick a dog in front of them to see if it will make them take a nervous breakdown.  I can't imagine, if I had a conversation with them, that they would talk about anything other than dogs.

Declaring an intense Love for animals, especially dogs, is indicator that you've failed at life.  You haven't made it socially with people and you suffer from low self esteem.  Dogs treat you with love and respect - exactly what people haven't given you, and so you love dogs.

Anyway, I love my bed and that big pillow I talked about before.  I can feel it calling to me and I must join it so that my head can spend the night cuddling, caressing and spooning with it.

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