Whales with puffed-out cheeks.

Worked, today. Kind of kicked al lthe progress I've made toward not being ill straight in the junk.

The Cure - [Fascination Street]--- Luckily, tomorrow's a day full of food-induced comatose states and lazing about and all kinds of stuff like that there...

I don't really have a lot of talk in me, right now. The weather shifted, and my sinuses feel what I can only describe as if perhaps whales were swiming around in them, scooting backward and forward, puffing out their cheeks, all the while...

Nouvelle Vague - All My Colours--- Yeah, that's a weird one.

Anyway, I have a lot of things to consider tonight. I've started hand-writing letters, again, and unknownbinaries and I are in correspondence. I need to contemplate and craft a reply.

Talk to you all later.