The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

Attn: Ellen (2/17/16)



Back (apologies for my handwriting!)


The text of the postcard is

Dear Ellen,

When I ran a marathon at the 16 mile mark I thought, with a lot of fear and trepidation, how much longer I had to go.

I guess internally I was having that classic R2-3PO struggle. So I said, “shut-uppa-you-dumb-brain” and I just kept trucking.

Sincerely, OR

Why am I doing this?

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