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I fidget in my chair. I’ve been thinking a lot about how every seven years your cells are totally different. Ilyse brought it up today and I decided to read about it well I listened to post-punk music and made a to do list for tomorrow. Why not just do the things on the list? 

Back to wikipedia. Now those 7 up documentaries make so much sense. I think I’m really different. I think I’ve really changed. I think nah, you’re the same guy you were fourteen years ago. Now the mustache on your face isn’t fake though. I think you’re a big kid in this great big world and you’re gonna be a star. I don’t think for a moment. Thoughts flood back. They are similar. Shorter. Different. You. Change. 

Then I think about how I’m exactly the same and nothing has changed. Then I listen to a song. Only I’m not really listening. 

These cells haven’t heard this song before.