Good day, and how’s it hangin’, dear reader?  Low and to the right, I hope.  Today was okay.  Did a lot of cooking, a little driving (which, by the way, two things: 1) I really rely on traffic to keep me from just tearing ass from one end of this wretched state to the other, and 2) absolutely fuck minivans.  All of them everywhere.  Honest to God, dear reader…take 75% of the cars of the freeway, who’s the one that still can’t handle the complexities of freeway driving?  Yep, that asshole in the minivan.  Fuck minivans.) and not nearly enough writing.  Perhaps tomorrow.  Tomorrow is much better suited for raising literary hell.
I hope you’re staying well, dear reader.

N.P.: “Chinese Black” – Die Krupps, Jyrki 69