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glenheather's Journal

15 October 1970
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I'm just me. Sometimes I get obsessed. . . er, focused. . . sometimes I ramble. And I can have a tendency to cuss like a sailor if my kids aren't around.

I have some sort of affliction that forces me to raise my hand when something needs to be done. Volunteer-itis or something. If you ever see me and think I need a nap, I probably do. Make me take a nap for my own good.

I love to learn new things, to figure things out. Those "Eureka!" moments bring me great joy.