To see a perfect forest through so many splintered trees
Today I do not have a migraine. And I started a new poem, which is already an improvement. (I wish I had written Peter Spagnuolo's "Interpol 22019-1.7: The Head of the Hatra Apollo," but that can't be helped and I'm glad someone did.) And tonight is the first installment of TCM's Hammer Horror Fridays, of which I am planning to watch as many as contain Peter Cushing my brain can stand. Happy October. Wish me luck.

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This is excellent news, especially the first bit, although I have to admit a certain selfish glee at the second, as I'm looking forward to reading it.
I hope you enjoy your Hammer Horror Friday!
Happy October. Wish me luck.
Thanks! To you as well! Good luck!