Fortunately, I have an unending supply of inane, disjointed, incoherent babble, like the outpourings of one of those magical food bags in fairy tales. I'll shake the bag out again soon, thoughts like muffins tumbling across the grass....
I'm off now to have lunch and be spendy on some trifle, in celebration of the fact that today is one year sober for me. :) I think earrings to mark the occasion.
I feel that I should have something to say about Rodney's mouth, but maybe you can just visualize it, like world peace.
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