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I seem to spend a lot of time going and doing. I like it, believe it or not. I like going to see different things and having a breathe and meeting people, working it.

If you'd met me 8 years ago, you wouldn't have said so, I don't think.

I went through my closet today and gathered up 3 huge trashbags of clothes for the garage sale - some were too young for me (I'm 37, my goth, hands-staple-forehead days are 20 years gone), but most of the ones that went today were the ones that were too frumpy, clothes from when I was in hibernation, when I'd given up.

I quit giving up about 6 years ago, give or take. I don't intend to do it again.