in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,
this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure
please do not forget your smash mouth
“The philosopher Didactylos has summed up an alternative hypothesis as “Things just happen. What the hell”.” ― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
I try to take things one day at a time but sometimes several days attack me at once.






















