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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