Putin's hospital visit opened his eyes to previously untapped resources.
May's been brutal, work-wise. I quietly chant that it's better than living under a bridge but there's times I wonder. It is nice to be needed. While I really want a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, what I don't want is poverty coming on me like a thief. So I'll just keep getting up, going out and earning it, grateful for the opportunity. I can catch up on sleep when I'm dead.
The merciless horns of a dilemma.
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