“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Good morning, happy hump day; a Camel awakened me. I slept 7 hours; I’m well-rested and ready to take on another day. How did you sleep? I know I’m fortunate; not everyone gets to sleep 7 to 8 hours a night, color me sleepy. My wife is just now getting up; I don’t think she moved last night, a crisp night of coolness and “snugulation.”
An Epitaph, Snugulation, A History of Red…
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Good morning, happy hump day; a Camel awakened me. I slept 7 hours; I’m well-rested and ready to take on another day. How did you sleep? I know I’m fortunate; not everyone gets to sleep 7 to 8 hours a night, color me sleepy. My wife is just now getting up; I don’t think she moved last night, a crisp night of coolness and “snugulation.”
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