Monday, September 12, 2005
Today, Adelard of Bath and I ate a nice meal.
We then perambulated the immediate vicinity in hopes of finding illicit characters selling big, bulky bags of their highly illegal wares.
The trip, though unsuccessful, did yield some insight:
When night begins, the hackles become infinitely more acute in their apprehension.
This, we think, has great meaning vis-a-vis tedium and the Monotonous Life.
Thank you for your time.
That is all.
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