Five Commas Toddy

Hello baby Wednesday, draped across the hump again? You don't have to answer, you just look down. No newsletter today, more questions make more questions and then you mull as you make a snack of mull to go, but I don't have to tell you what to do, I just push the button. Or more antics of the morphing too fast to catch and paste or type you're such a hardass too late adventures of the desperately tired and desperately afraid that I will die alone and unloved in a ditch in the cold and I don't need to rhyme or hear about how you have a fear of being buried alive and octopus although you've always lived in the midwest and not even close to the great lakes or minnesota and you really wished your father had so loved you and your mother the way we're told we're supposed to and we had all of us lived the life we all deserve but it just went south and here we are. Fighting OC edit.