flying off the handle

stumble on the step
slug flies high, I lose my zen
sad inner eye cries

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I must go to California ASAP and confront my materialism

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You are mistaken.
For something like this I definitely have to fly back to the Bay Area, in person, for at least a few days, to repair the psychic scarring.
Better do it this month.