Sunday

All I have are options right now, streaking alongside me and making me look ponderous and dopey by comparison. This big blank page can’t burden us and I’m not going to let it. Not with a Sunday to make right. There aren’t many of us here, just the blessed few that have subscribed (after moving some things around and explaining some stuff to the roommate) and the equally beatific curious parties that came over through Twitter. I’m going to look directly into the camera quite a bit during these programs, because I can’t help it and because you should expect it – how are you supposed to trust my tact, poise and reason when it comes to the NBA if I can’t be bothered to utilize any of those applications on Date Night?

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