The Day

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I survived the day. It was mildly uncomfortable. You would have been proud of my efforts at making small talk. Unfortunately, it was not well received. I'm not the worse for it though. It happened, we will move on. I got accepted to NASA. How cool is that to be able to say?
I'm spasming and bleeding when I'm not supposed to be doing either. The world is topsy turvy but if I hold my breathe everything might right itself without any input from me.

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