Ah the joy, o the horror. Tired of it? Sorry, I'm not. Didna tell you about
scooterin up from center city. Dunno if I will. So prolific these geniuses,
how do they find the time?
Missed every single train this weekend. Except the NJT back. Not much
writing. The things we give away.
Muggy. Muggy, muggy, muggy. The honor and the priviledge of working out.
Who am I kidding? Me. Sweaty, sweaty, sweaty. Pink Floyd tho, always awesome.
And the Pogues. The one where Shane was quitting, you know it. Thinking about
Sinking Ship. What fantastic work. And yes, I should die unknown, thank you.
Far greater works. Far brighter men. All I have to do is try. All I can do,
rather.
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