I sat thinking how terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as incredible as living. One day we suddenly take the fact that we exist for granted - and then, yes, then we don’t think about it anymore until we are about to leave the world again.
—Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery


Well, there's a thought.



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November is finally here! I had one hell of a weekend and need a fresh start.



One hell of a fucking weekend.

-Mon