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Something smells so good as I walk between point A and point L ferrying laundry and garbage it makes me want to just go knock on every door in this building to seek out the source and ask if I can have some. Like a turkey being roasted with all sorts of spices. So you! Young apprentice! Befriend your neighbors before it’s too late. Have them for dinner. Cook your best recipe from "How to Cook Humans". I mean, "How to Cook FOR Humans". I mean "How to Cook FORTY Humans". I mean, "How to Cook FOR FORTY Humans". That’s from The Simpsons, to avoid being branded a plagiarist, you rack of lamb, Tom said sheepishly.

Watch me get an MA in English, it’ll be fuuuun man. Seriously, I enjoy reading and writing. This won’t be a career move, just a debt-inducing personally fulfilling academic pursuit. Actually, having my sleep meter fullfilled is an important personal pursuit, presently.

Are there any other kinds of tales of woe? Like a happy tale of woe? So okay, now that we have established the redundancy of the subject line, on with the sad tale (of woe), which is that I accidentally deleted and then expunged your email in an impulsive fashion, believing it to be spam, because so much of my email these days is that sad substitute for a luncheon meat, and we hates it! We hates it and wants to stomp it to oblivion as soon as possible, yessss, my precioussss. I sincerely, with all of my heart, hope that you have a "sent-mail" folder and that the email you sent me is stored therein, such that you can easily resend it. Damn spam. Ham lamb. Slam clam. Yes, ma’am.

I’m back, I have not crashed in the Florida everglades, I don’t think I flew over the Florida everglades, but that’s besides the point. I have been back for a week. I use the word "I" too much, don’t I? But I can’t avoid it, talking about myself and all. Seems like everyone else uses "I" far less than I do, even when they’re talking about themselves, and that makes my text self conscious of the ego it projects.

So long, folks. I’m off to New York. Oh, sure I’ll find Internet connections here and there. Flying on a super cheeep airline with two planes. Remember me when we crash in the Florida everglades.

This morning I walked down my block, past a series of parking meters. I noticed that the first meter from where I started had no car at it, but had 1:34 left on it. The second meter had no car, and 1:33 on it. The third meter had a car, and 1:31. The fourth meter had no car, and 1:30. The fifth meter had a car, and 1:29. The sixth meter had a car, and 1:27. That was the end of the block, but it’s this kind of thing that makes me question reality. Is this some sort of apocalyptic countdown?

Burst my apocalyptic simulated world bubble… Pretty obvious, after writing the above. But still, why?

Yeah, that didn’t occur to me until five hours later. How I think sometimes.