The technical issues that plagued yesterday are long gone, dear reader, as yrs. truly was able to get toweringly drunk, rail vociferously against weak tech, and summon all manner of dark forces to my aid.
It’s unpleasantly hot in The Creek today. This last weekend, the limp-wristed and pathetic winter made a limp-wristed and pathetic last stand against the juggernaut onslaught of yet another ruthless and cruel California summer. So much for the winter of ’21.
N.P.: “High Society” – Eisbrecher
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