I’m thinking and re-thinking. And I miss the way you bored me; and I hate that you are probably so happy with another little Miss-So-Simple!   And I am diving in oceans of Prozak, digging in our past for typos, ’cause I start forgetting what I wanted and why I’m thinking what I’m thinking.   And I’m looking for the absolute of meanings, even though … Continue reading The way you bored me