13,265 Days Alive
Today is what Sherlock’s Mycroft would call a “danger night”.
I’m my own Watson, though. So, despite the plethora of booze in arm’s reach, I’m not drinking.
It’s 83 in here and heat + meds + alcohol would likely end with me feeling ill. Which is something I want to avoid as tomorrow J, Bill6, and Gwen are coming over to celebrate J’s birthday.
I’m miserable right now. So we’re watching the Bernadette Peters’ episode of the Muppet Show. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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