I have yet to concoct the post regarding the White Stripes concert and my second run-in with Diedre, sie German, and my concern over potentially killing her.
But I just can't do it right now because I cooked and it was somewhat stressful tonight. There's a new guy, and though I initially thought he was going to work out to be normal, I'm beginning to get the impression that he's a waste of skin.
Mom came in today. She delivered Turpin to me, and cake, and lasagnas, wrapped and frozen. My mother loves me. I love my mother.
Turpin, I can take or leave. Depends on how drunk I am.
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