oxo,
– drosh
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I’m so sorry.
oxo,
– Drosh
There actually is a baby woodchuck that keeps coming up onto my back porch and wanting to be let inside. I won’t, don’t worry. Maybe I’ll post some video, though.
Be well, dears,
– Drosh
Also, I understand the complexity of Sartre’s statement from which the joke comes from, but it is just that: A joke.
I shouldn’t blog late at night. oxo,
d
Oh, dear. I am exhausted. How are you? It seems that things happen and stuff, and then sometimes I forget what I am actually doing. Like this paragraph, for instance: I actually forgot what I was going to say here, I had something quite important to talk about, and it just escaped me.
How’re you?
– Drosh