Thursday 2 May 2019
Sweet home after Chicago
Just back from my latest jaunt. Or, as Dolores describes it, "that stupidly short trip".
Not stupidly short. Inadvisably brief, would be how I'd describe it. I got back five hours ago and I'm still capable of typing. Up yours, Dolores. I'm totally whatsit. Lucy . . lucifer ... match . . football . . . jumper . . . July . . . Jules ... Juicy ... Lucy ... lucid. That's it. I'm totally 100% lucid.
Time marches on. Not really. Creeps, dashes, crawls, runs, sprints and then gets on a fucking maglev train.
I need to catch up with the shit telly I missed in those four nights away. Here are some pictures
Not stupidly short. Inadvisably brief, would be how I'd describe it. I got back five hours ago and I'm still capable of typing. Up yours, Dolores. I'm totally whatsit. Lucy . . lucifer ... match . . football . . . jumper . . . July . . . Jules ... Juicy ... Lucy ... lucid. That's it. I'm totally 100% lucid.
Time marches on. Not really. Creeps, dashes, crawls, runs, sprints and then gets on a fucking maglev train.
I need to catch up with the shit telly I missed in those four nights away. Here are some pictures
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2 comments:
I know just where those yellow tanks are.
Stan,
they are quite distinctive, aren't they?
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