Ate Death Wings for dinner.  Mother of God.  That was the hottest my mouth has ever been.  Not even sure if I still have lips.

Today was a bit errandy for my tastes, but it had to be done.  This, of course, means tomorrow is clear for writing.  I’m so far behind.

N.P.: “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” – Dropkick Murphys

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