Saturday, April 21, 2012

Readathon: That 6th Hour

I visited about 15 Readathon participants this hour.  Feeling alert, but starting to strain to give brilliant (and well-deserved) comments.  My brain is stringy-rubbery like an old dishwashing glove.  I want to go out and lie in the sun.  Oh, right.  It's 3 a.m. here.  Guess I'll just go back to Shadow of a Bull, and wander over to where the snacks are.  I neglected the latter this last hour and they might not be speaking to me.

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