Every moment points toward the aftermath

I have a headache. I have a kitsune by mamishka. I have a CD from farwing. I have five e-mail addresses, two business cards, a salt and oatmeal cookie, and a translation from the Turkish. I had some very good conversations. I have things I need to write.

I think there should be firecrackers tomorrow.

Wherever you may be

Mazel tov, Mr. President.