Maybe. Could be punk.
(And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how much I can think at the end of this workday. Good thing I'm not operating heavy machinery.)
Yeah. That was a week of me not blogging. Whatever blogging I might have done during that time would probably have been really repetitive. I haven't…
After posting the earlier entry, I did a walk. And an errand. A combination walk-errand. I needed to return a library book, Beverly Cleary's…
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