Oh, wondrous trash day! The day on which the City delivers fresh, new tra- Oh, wait. That's right: they take the old trash away. This is a better arrangement. Fincanced by my real-estate taxes. Could be done privately and, in fact, the City contracts it out. Do they take a cut and thereby increase what it costs taxpayers? Please.
It's also the lead-in to one of my increasingly infrequent days off, during which I will be raking up wet leaves. A lot of them. Won't that be fun?
Meanwhile, in that strange wold inside my TV set, it appears that someone might win the Presidency. This gives me cold chills down my spine. Meanwhile, Oceania has always been at war with Eastaisia. Always. And I'm off for another day of throwing history into the furnace.
Oh, and for those of you you don't follow me on F@cebook:
"Milo Yiannopoulos is proof that Röhm wasn't built in a day."
Dude, don't confuse the Browncoats with the Brownshirts.)
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