It was bound to occur, right?
I have just ripped a chunk off the palm of my hand in the process of opening the window wider to allow for a breeze.
That is all.
Who, me?
- Shish Keblogger
- Watching the grass grow as I devise clever new instruments of exasperation. Scuttle scuttle.
I want pull-tabs installed on everything and everyone. Don't you?
Presently reading: Lucretius
Presently playing: Some game where I can use classy, reckless violence. Else: strategy.
Presently hearing: internal dialogue, 1930s Jazz
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