today goes down in history as the day the flies started to return to their summer spot on my hairy legs. I battled, tried to concentrate, ignore them, keep writing. but alas as always i was de-feeted.
soon dear queen alabalina I will have to retreat!!! banish myself to the nether region of indoor air conditioned environs to produce the written word up. tupid flies. why can't we all just get along?
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