So, okay. We're fearful people. And why? Because we're perfectionists. Do you think that we'd have more than two blog entries in three months if we weren't so anal about how everything sounds? Of course we would. And I'm not even going to tell you how long it took to hack out those brief paragraphs, or how many times I revised them. Here's to a new page in life: a page that allows for error, and humanness, and wittiness borne not only from carefully sculpted jokes, but from complete mistakes. There. That took a minute and forty seconds to write. There is yet hope.
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