Last one out of the Kinjaverse, turn out the lights.

Roll Call

Greetings and Salutations, O Tenants of The Hump. May it round out and shore up your week, rather than flatten it by tumbling around you.

I ran ’round yesterday buying things to keep me alive and relatively presentable. The sun was all winter-bright and I came home definitely squintyful. I’d say I’m courting a headache, but I don’t want it to seem like I’m interested. The world already does so many things to screw with my wittle head. My work-life is absent; my social life’s flimsy. Whence logic has failed me, I’ve tripped into whimsy.


What’s going on, folks? Playing in the sandbox or down in the dumps? Or are you just trying not to kick up too much dust?

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