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In the time and the place I am
To my great and exhausted displeasure, the cold has now moved into the stage where it is impossible to organize or think or sleep, meaning that all plans I had for today are no go. TCM is showing No Highway in the Sky (1951) at eight o'clock, so I suspect I will lie on the couch and stare vaguely at James Stewart. I have no idea what I'm going to do until then.
Have a photograph of me blowing a conch shell for New Year's. I came inside after my mother mildly suggested the neighbors were going to assassinate us.
Have a photograph of me blowing a conch shell for New Year's. I came inside after my mother mildly suggested the neighbors were going to assassinate us.
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It's one of our traditions. The other one is banging pots. Our neighbors probably do want us assassinated by this point.