How accomplish'd of you. Bluestockingish. I applaud.

It makes me feel as though my brain still works, so I'm pleased. But I'm perpetually annoyed that this kind of intensity never ratchets up more than twenty-four hours before deadline at best.

But I wish I could get in on some of these conversations on Finno-Ugrian liguistics and liminal shamanism.

Don't feel so bad; that one wound up dissolving into talking dog jokes.

The Detumescent Palm is the name of a house of ill repute if ever I heard one.