many thanks to paul for resuscitating kidchamp. i was having near-digital-death visions of ancient, awful weekly world news posts.

my old fiction on demand request finally bore fruit; thanks also to aaron, then, for writing me a story even though he'd already worked with carapace. i had shellfish on the brain at the time, as pru and frock the thai devil crabs were new to our household.

the weather has finally turned, and we're told to expect a ninety degree afternoon tomorrow. my office attracts people who wear lots of deodorant and prepare decently fresh food, so i'm happy to weather the heat down here. as for inwood, where bags of cat turds tend to expand and explode - we won't talk about inwood.

sleep before substance.

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