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My kingdom for a leisure suit! A nice lavender one. The soup is good, too. Broccoli and cheddar… the most sacred union since peanut butter and jelly. The temperature drop outside can mean only one thing: invasion. That, or a change of seasons. I think I’m going to make a 12-minute techno piece using only fart sounds. I didn’t know this, but soccer balls work exceptionally well against the undead. It’s true. I saw it yesterday. He also showed me the reason they call it “free-running.” As usual, this is a one-man op… weapons and equipment O.S.P. Your nanomachines won’t allow you to attack a client. It’s a different world since the Patriots were revealed. As Kalich put it, all I can get over there is a down-home spaghetti dinner. Quantity over quality. The problem, dear boy, is not in the content, but the execution. You can’t pull off Extroverted Introversion unless you are at least part Puerto Rican. Not that I’m trying to imitate you, man. I never said I had a point, either. Some things never change. Just leave the door open when you leave. Actually, this isn’t even really happening. It’s more like Ed and Ein are in control at the moment. Not that I’m trying to imitate them, either. To each his own. I should probably restring my lute, if I’m going to continue being a warrior-bard. This morning I woke up and all I could find was this empty jar of inspiration. And you can quote me on that, Julio.

Hey, I can see my house from here!