Been ill most of the week, a lingering malaise of various internal organs. Each day I last about a half hour further before a quick fade out that leads into not being able to fall asleep.
At least the taxes are done. After all the financial changes of the past year we had them done professionally and what a relief. Total piece of mind, even if we owed.
It's still autism awareness month, right? Am I still aware? I'll find out more tomorrow afternoon.
It seems Brew Dog have sold a chunk of themselves to a capital firm. Looks like that's how they're going to fund the hotel on the Canal Winchester property. Things are getting weird now that the punk founders are multi-millionaires.
All of this could be a moot point if this administration starts blowing up more than runways.
April is national poetry month too. The less said about my writing, the better.
Instead of continuing, it might be time to get into that strawberry parfait.
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