That rare recognition that you are not alone in your mental deficiencies. That other people suffer from the same addiction -- I mean hobby.
I had one of those rare instances today when I read The Devil on my Shoulder
And now, once again, I can't wait until the weather turns, the days get longer and I can insure the Ninja... I must say I'm almost salivating at the prospect.
The trips are being planned, but it all seems so far away right
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