Here I am killing the Tahoma capy that ails me and I've been feeling like the initials three/four years ago... was it? When this came in to replace other pursuits and slow-turned into a death counter but since I now get paid for obits I've largely forgotten this shit.
Who cares. No more stalking Miranda July and no more clever pictures of what ear infections look like or dull recounts of evenings lost into alcohol abuse... nah. I got a nephew recently and he's cute as a bug! That's pretty good and as soon as I find that damn jump drive I'll get back to the albums list.
Ooh so fun and lookit! Just killed ten minutes of the day. A weyr of dragons.
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