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Tag Archives: followers
Nice little play on words, right? I considered naming the photo “Dumb As A Post” but apparently I have one or more followers with somewhat fragile psyches who might be personally offended. Anyway. I suppose I could have titled the … Continue reading
Originally posted on nickclaussen.com:
After two weeks without posting anything, I would like to take some responsibility and offer an explanation. It’s not my fault. Thank you. I felt I needed to get that off of my chest. I…
It hasn’t been easy lately, what with my extremely stressful new job and the change from Daylight Savings Time, which results in it being dark in the morning when I leave for work and dark again when I return home at night. … Continue reading