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Pretty good evening. Hils and L and I all showed up with radically different looks: me minus beard, Hils with black hair, and L with her short bob. It was sort of sitcom-like except that our lives lately have been a bit of a sit-trag.
It was pissing down rain earlier, serious roaring deluge. I’m glad my father had the foresight to buy a house on the top of our local hill so I’m not currently watching my back yard fill up with blarp. It’s fun driving when the windshield wipers can’t keep up and various bits of eucalyptus tree keep flying by the windshield.
I’m skating over a big black hole under the ice.