February 6th, 2003


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If wishes were fishes, there'd be no room in the ocean for water.

Ya know, I thought I had something to write here. How was I to know that my musings were not translatable into words? At least, not in the time that I alotted myself before going to sleep. I guess I'll just give up on the musing and go to bed. I can tell you one thing, though. Most of the musings began with the same two words:

I wish.

Wishes may bring problems, such that you regret them. Better that, though, than to never get them.
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