Well. Well.
Deb and I partied like rock stars a few nights back. A most cathartic and wondrous time of talk, and more.
Darter from Down Under emailed today to say that it is - in truth - his date of birth. And, by his orders, we his best pals are to do for ourselves something most great for ourselves and get back to him.
I am sad to report I've done nothing great for myself.
Well, except for talking to JR the Mentor.
Attempting to steal wi-fi molecules un-fuckin-successfully from two places today.
By gulping down too many ounces of Americanos in his honour.
Hey, Darter, how's that? I got cranked out in your honour on Americanos.
Caffeine Love.