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The reoccurring theme of my current love affair with life keeps showing up, maybe that’s why it’s called ‘reoccurring’. I didn’t want to wake up this morning, my bed was warm, the rest of the house was cold. In my hurried state to fall in bed, I accidentally turned the thermostat knob in the wrong direction, thus leaving me with a house where the temperature wouldn’t go above 65 degrees. Anyway, I don’t want to be here, that’s the reoccurring theme; ‘I don’t want to be here’. Where on earth is here anyway you ask, well ‘here’ is wherever I am at the moment that I don’t want to be. Wrap your lips around that for a few while I go out and gather that data.