Tizzy gets sleeping. This, hopefully, has stopped.
Newsflash-What did I have to do a mere two hours after learning of my dear friend's passing? A Gossip Girl audition.
I shit you not.
And what arrived in my mailbox a mere two hours after the Gossip Girl audition? C'mon. Guess. My quote of the week is the hint. Yes! My forgotten Netflix choice, Sophie's Choice.
I shit you not. Just what Depressed Girl needed.
Not.
I had asked Terry's brother if there was anything I could do. His response? "Keep Terry's joyful presence in your soul."
So, I step forward, Terry's arm linked in mine (he always made me do the guy link which always made me giggle) and we see how it goes.
I STILL have those pesky writing deadlines, so until I see you again, let's try
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