I'm not blogging enough-I lay that at the feet of my job, where I go to have my face eaten. Tired, so tired, and stuck in town on a day that should have meant a trip to Capitol City. Bittersweet, not having to go to Salem to see a dentist. But I'm sorry to miss out.
Lots of things, coming and going. Crazies and old friends and marriages and flirtations and the aforementioned face eating. I'm worn out. I just ate several things that looked like punctuation marks-periods and colons and ellipses.
My namesake, if not my doppleganger.
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