How I would love to introduce myself as Kimberly, Master Locksmith. What a title. I'm looking into taking a course for it to make some decent income. Possibly work for the CIA? In my dreams...
Getting back into shape. I need to be ready for the obstacles that await, or just feel really really good. My lungs need some tender care, too, if I'm not going to die of cardiac failure. I'd rather die from something less preventative: like falling far into the abyss or a fleshwound from fighting a mythical creature. Most likely, I wouldn't see that coming.
I put in the right fuel. Now I need to rev up that engine and get it working.
Also, learning to use a darkroom and possibly gymnastics. I always have so many thoughts running around. Sometimes I catch a few.
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