Dead ones and the living
I slept twenty minutes last night and all of them were nightmares. I write this e-mail from a dentist's office in Davis Square, where after an hour
derspatchel is finally being seen for the filling that disintegrated on Monday night (it is that kind of week). I appear to have just watched the Pope abdicate on CNN. I've had better-starting mornings.
(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)
[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.
(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)
[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.

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It's the last day of the month! If we can just make it till midnight . . .
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Please note I said nowhere that midnight cannot be waited for with blankets and muffins.
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Muffin?