I have serious psychological problems due to being a lifelong quadriplegic.
--I am sorry to hear that but have to keep going through this. Interlude amid aging processors unable to handle intake capacity.
Earlier, the dowager was going to post that she had to get a sampling of Space 1999, and was even going to rouse you to campaign Comet TV to purchase the re-broadcast rights to the show, to replace the worn out Outer Limits, but less than a 15 second view on You Tube brought about a dismal scoff. In Next Generation, Stewart certainly had his weaker takes inside Jean Luc, but I am not sure Landau had what it takes, and perhaps the producers should have listened to Sylvia Anderson and cast British actors, as she wished. I am not ready to sit here and stare at You Tube the rest of the afternoon, but I will stream some of the shares. The thought came to mind: Landau's adamant beakishness makes the celluloid Shatner seem Shakespearean, and Shatner and Nimoy always played for camp. Is this too harsh for a mind screaming for a vape?
Agony may lend itself to travesty, but in lieu of killing my father and threatening a race war, I have to work in micro increments. Up at 5 AM, two days from now, I'm physically exhausted, smacking my lips for what limited nicotine I can lick from the cartridge. As I truly have to work, my nerves aren't amused.
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