The Year to…forget all the words and just try to make it to the next day.

Thank goodness there are fifty-two weeks in the year so I have a chance to recoup the missing alphabet letters in the next cycle.

#TheYearToBe___ social swallowed up tolerant and unstoppable, and, whoa here I am at voracious already.

RT14 found me meeting up with friends and pitching and being all kinds of A+++ SOCIAL in NOLA, but what I thought was allergies from the crummy featherbed turned out to be a diagnosis of pneumonia and strict instructions to do nothing but sleep and hydrate.

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