A mysterious person of ill repute left a lizard on the edge of my easel.
It is unreasonably hot, today. It feels like I’m living inside my dog’s steamy dog mouth. It’s grinding to a halt all my plans for getting work done, and more importantly, my plans for guiltily shirking work in order to go in search of tasty things to eat, and tasty books to read, along with.
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