It's been an exciting month.

I don't know what happened.  One second I'm all fine and dandy and writing "no time to panic" and the next thing I know, I'm in limbo, bag over my head, stuffed in the trunk of a car going in circles over bumpy terrain, no daylight anywhere.

Come on, Hillary, I said I had proof you didn't kill Vince Foster!

The ransom was less than twenty bucks.

They burned my house down for twenty bucks!

Okay, they didn't burn it down, all they did was change the house number.  But it seemed like they were burning it down.

I did read some good books while I was gone.

 

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