You Can't Stop the Hurricane, Baby.

Alas, this is old news, but you may note a comprehensible reality of depth and vanishing points again. We’re back. Back in black. Lame reference. Moving -->

I sometimes lament the glowing warmth that so many geniuses could have been had not the clucking hen snuffed him out. But their loss cannot be seen and thus only dimly missed.

Moving forward again. Sterling, the comics are hilarious. My time is being more appropriately partitioned henceforth. Get well soon from this illness which once again plagues you.

In the interim of my thoughts I insert letters. Words without meaning but that which you read into them. Not true. Or it’d look more like:

Morton Dome Help Sunshine Smashing Telecomm New Bachelor Real Book Wellington.

That’s very hard to effect random words. Even my best efforts can’t thwart you finding a pattern in there somewhere.

Many of you reading may be aware of finals. But do not fear, friends. And well. Just cuz I said so. Do as I say, not as I do. I think I’m tired.

-Arrivederci!