I'm going to call this one finished.

The end.

On the weekend I will string all the pages that make up this "story" into a single, chronologically-ordered post and we'll see if it makes some kind of sense. Or not.

A fresh pair for Sunday

If you won't embrace my quaint, 20th Century entertainments I will jam that iPad where the sun don't shine.

Make the most of what's at hand.

Another tiny dose of bleak existentialism.

Let's go sleepy bobos