... because the calendar on our wall is out to get us. Instead of remaining on a month, the pages keep falling off so that it looks like we're in the month of January when really its March.
The weather could do with a talking-to as well.
Yesterday it was bright and sunny except for forty minutes of the day, in which sleet rain terrorized, at a slant, all innocent San Franciscan eyeballs.
I felt sorry for the nudes at Baker beach.
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