I walked down the street today. When most people say that, they mean they walked down the sidewalk. I walked down the center of the street, just for the fun of it. A cab brushes by on the left, a bus on the right. There's enough space between them. The only trouble is to keep them from seeing you. Once people see you, you're in trouble. So I can only hold it for about 5 minutes. There's a lot of people here.
Anyway, I've got to go. I've decided I need a social life, and I have contacted some of the... others. Going to meet them tonight. I hope it goes well.
Reciting poetry helps me relax:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
J.R.R. Tolkien
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