Bloody hell, I have nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Half an hour to midnight, and … nothing.
Once again, that’s what I get for staying in bed all day.
Well, I do have one thing. Today (that is, what’s left of it) is Dad’s 71st birthday. While he doesn’t make any editorial contributions, for a variety of reasons SB wouldn’t be here for your reading pleasure without Dad. Much thanks to him for putting up with me over the years.
Polaroids were awesome. You kids have no idea.
Right. Now tomorrow I’m going to get up early and actually do something productive. I expect y’all to hold me to that.