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I have collided head first with a Writer’s Wall and so tradition dictates I must stew in my own misery for at least seventy seven hours.
As per Egbertian (and I suspect Crockerian) tradition, it’s Leftover Cake Giveaway Day.
Hit me up with your baked good cravings.
I am totally serious.
Please get these out of my room...
A very good morning to the blogging sphere that's currently awake!
Apparently on this side of the multiverse my date of meteor collision is fast approaching. I will no longer be the baby of my beloved group of divine companions!
Stretches like a very large domestic cat.
Or perhaps like a notoriously small large cat?
You take your pick!
Anyway, hello there.
I’ll be absent for a while.
You can reach me through my phone, however.
Truly ironic is me spending most of my time nowadays playing Spore when it is literally happening outside my enormous door.
This entire experience is much like playing Spore in hyper-reality.