I awoke this morning to the soft, rhythmic sound that means somewhere, very close to my head, a cat is hacking up Friskies. After I handled that, I lay in the dark, staring up at…wait, you can’t really stare at things in the dark, can you? Screw it. I got my metaphor.
Yes, I’m still hacking [...]
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