So…hmm…it feels like I should say something, doesn’t it?
Um, happy new year…and stuff.
Don’t take any wooden nickels…
Don’t let the bedbugs bite….
Jeez. I’m just so damn exhausted from the visits from bio-mom and bio-sis and the in-laws and the trekking to Mississippi to visit my own family and the gift-giving and the get-togethers–including the party we’re having here tonight–and the show that wouldn’t freaking end (which unfortunately featured two performances of yours truly in mufti), I can hardly speak, much less type.
I’m going back to bed.
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