I was so wasted the other night I don't even remember mugging Jesus and nicking his bird. I think he got Papa Shango up there to put a voodoo hex on me.
I'm still finding my feet with this blog. I'm too busy to write big essays on stuff that interests me, and don't want to bore anyone by moaning constantly about work. The end result is usually far less interesting or amusing than I envisioned it would be, and even then only about 25% of the blogs I start make it to the publishing stage. Sigh.
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