I think I’ll go to Boston. I think I’ll start a new life.
Am I the only one so ready for November? Eight minutes. Thank God for November.
And now, an appropriate quote courtesy of Ralph Ellison:
“Life becomes a masquerade; exotic costumes are worn every day.”
Word of advice: if ever in doubt, ask yourself: What Would Bacon Do?
I am not as silly right now as I may seem. It’s over; I am spent; let’s all get high.
Look for an updated layout within the next twenty-four hours. Hold us to it.
That is all for now.
Oh, except: please don’t mock dismarum profusely for misspelling “mattress” back there. She can’t help it.
Peace, love, and November.