You’ll just feel a little pinch

Today’s not-very-literary posts are brought to you by: a late-night fever resulting from an infection brought on by my dentist’s latest below-the-gumline excavation.

(Yes, I know you’re tired of hearing about my dental woes, but believe me when I say you’re not nearly as tired as Max.)

Anyhow, it’s 3 a.m. My vision is fading in and out. Soon, no doubt, the pink elephants will appear. But I can’t sleep. So while I don’t know whether the throbbing will override my ability to abide by the basic rules of grammar, I do know that I’ve got a bunch of stuff piled up in my inbox and I may as well post some of it.

Please hold.


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