May I borrow a cup of rocket fuel...?

I'm not even kidding when I say I want to move to outer space, I spend most of my mind-time there anyway ― maybe it’s not enough.  I hate quadratic equations; lime green socks get outta my way.  Just kidding on that der facto there grasshopper, I don't even own a rocket that's made for space-flight; not above the concentric regions of the atmosphere anyway.  I'm as sore as hell but I had a great workout earlier.  I took in a volleyball game at the auditorium too; the kids are sort of cool ― I guess.    
   
   
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