First lightning bug caught.
In bloom: hydrangea, catalpa, crepe myrtle, and some horrible tree in the park that smells like a mix between used condoms and Crispix. Apparently it evolved to be pollinated by whores in need of breakfast.
It's not even seven a.m. and I am at work already. I think I will just stay here in my office chair; my commute led me to believe that I am suffering from a walking problem. If I leave this chair, I am liable to fall down an open manhole or trip on a grasshopper and break my mandible or some other useful accoutrement of my existence.
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