Perhaps you are wondering as to the nature of my non-revolutionary preparations. While not giving too much I way, I will tell you that I am intending to visiting my erstwhile sister, Alice Evens (not Evans) on the coast, to attend a matter of relocation. It's sure to involve excitingly sealed envelopes and strange moustaches. And it does, in certain ways, involve the revolution, although being personal, it will not directly aid the cause. Still, it can't be avoided, and it shall be nice to see the somewhat equivocal but always delightful Ms. Evens once more. Our last meeting was soured my considerable tension and I am hoping my task will leave room to mend our manners while I am there. So that's that. Please do not cease your letters of support. If there's one reliable thing in this entire rickety operation, it's our postal service. Ooroo.
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
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7 years ago
4 comments:
Cheerio! Let's hope your fellow revolutionaries provide sufficient procrastination fodder in your absence...
Better yet, let's hope my fellow revolutionaries increase in number.
Also, it's more abstinence than absence, so it'll probably provide procrastination enough to render this post entirely pointless.
Can we make it Jineteenth? That's the soonest I'll not have some large hairy real-life issues breathing down my neck.
We can very well make it both. Maith... Maithteenth... Jourth... Jineteenth... Revolutionary stepping-stones. Viva etc.
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