And, oh my brothers, what a real horrorshow book. All about how like the starry old vecks in govt are real cally types.
Also, Your Humble Narrator visited the Spanoakres. There the sun did burn as thou wouldst not believe. My pletchoes and litso and rot are all red and throbbing wump wump wump like as if I'd taken a lot of tolchocks all over.
But that's quite enough of that, my droogs.
Sorry.
What a week, what a week.
Nothing particular to report save an anxious knot in my gut and an insatiable appetite for media of nearly every ilk.
Also, very much looking forward to watching Rushmore for the first time on Sunday.
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