As a villain of sorts, the Hound understands the need for Wilshire to monologue a bit. How about that new letter I invented? And speaking of sympathetic magic, I think I’m catching Winston’s stupid cold.
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How Not To Bear Tidings
Jul25
Huh, had a little problem logging into WordPress to post for Friday. When I still couldn’t do it today, I got suspicious. Anyway, here it is now. Sorry, everyone.
Panic is not the finest sharpener of the intellect. Winston should have figured that out hours ago.
Erm… don’t have much to say today. Except writing this in the midst of the grim drought of Southern California there must be some wish fulfillment going on, or a lame attempt at sympathetic magic.
