In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t say ‘health care, education and the environment’, although the truth is if you put the environment into little boxes and labeled them ‘Environment’, you might not sell a lot, but you could price ’em high.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lays down the law (or, really, more of a guideline).
In Which Your Humble Blogger read 75% new material in 2008, which is, um, well, nearly three-quarters.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts on his John Gielgud voice and asks if she wants me to wipe her dick for her, you little shit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets his mitts on a history book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to remember what it was like to be nineteen. Um, I didn’t sleep as much, and I didn’t hurt as much, and other people didn’t so much exist.
In Which Your Humble Blogger follows his first impulse, hoping there will be no regrets later.
In Which Your Humble Blogger at first thought that perhaps I had misread the sentence, or that somehow a book from the Rs got into the transmat with one from the Ps again.
In Which it is revealed that Your Humble Blogger never quite understood social expectations.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is made a bit uncomfortable, which is probably good.