So, what do you do when your not so carefully planned or even well organized life falls apart? Not into tiny little pieces, nothing you can't deal with, but nevertheless everything becomes much more messier and goes into uncontrollable swirl.
So? You peal yourself off the shower floor and go out. To get some exercise. Fine, to walk. Walking is exercise, right? Anyway, you go out, get yourself some flowers and decide not to give a damn about it all. Fighting one small thing at a time.

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