Good evening, Citizens. The frost is on the pumpkin (not really, but morning wakeup has consistently been in the 60°F territory) and it's harder to get out of the bed in the mornings. At least for the larval humans. Me, I go from dead-to-the-world to fight-or-flight-I-just-heard-a-gunshot awake every morning between 3 & 6, Street Fighter* bouncy.
Saturday is the last first day of autumn, coincidentally also the date my kid becomes an adult. In the government's eyes anyway. She will be able to vote in the next election, buy a gun, enlist in the army, but she'll have to wait a few years before she buys cigarettes and booze. Scary.
William C. Shrout
William C. Shrout
Surely it can't have been so many years since she dressed as a fairy for Halloween? This year she's cosplaying as a grownup. And you? What are you pretending to be? Careful. Remember what Vonnegut said about pretending.
Here's a dream poppy number from fictional band Lily Chou-Chou. Listen whilst typing a reply.
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