I'm sorry that I set all your Enya tapes on fire
Following the conclusion of break-fast, I splinted the finger
spatch had jammed while moving a refrigerator earlier, which I am choosing to take as a commitment to tikkun olam rather than an omen of further injuries in the new year.
My mother had captured the following image of us shortly before. In the absence of remembering the actual subject of discussion, I believe we are starring in a dinner theater of Sweeney Todd.

I had meant to share my current music before the end of the holiday, but nonetheless: by the inimitable Schmekel, the brilliant, Brookyn-based, self-described 100% Certified Trans Jewish punk band of blessed memory, "I'm Sorry, It's Yom Kippur."
To everyone, a healthy year.
My mother had captured the following image of us shortly before. In the absence of remembering the actual subject of discussion, I believe we are starring in a dinner theater of Sweeney Todd.

I had meant to share my current music before the end of the holiday, but nonetheless: by the inimitable Schmekel, the brilliant, Brookyn-based, self-described 100% Certified Trans Jewish punk band of blessed memory, "I'm Sorry, It's Yom Kippur."
To everyone, a healthy year.

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Thank you! I hope you are typing nothing that has to do with work at all.