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I need to decompress, but I don’t know what to do to decompress that doesn’t require some sort of effort. I aspire to be a vegetable.
I feel as though I’ve been unusually reminiscent lately. It could be because it’s about that time of Joseph’s death anniversary. It’s funny how these things just happen unconsciously. These past few days on my drive home, I’ve caught myself thinking of a fond memory from college – but not of Joseph, because we didn’t…