Henry VIII. Chapter 545.
Have you ever had a dream?
“I am very good at what I do,” I said to Python Lady this afternoon. We were sharing finger food.
“You always tell me that,” Python Lady said, smacking her lips.
Every day is the same as every other by degrees of inflection. Storm clouds gathered overhead.
I would like to provide the following definitions for no particular reason: a. Eccentric. Departing from the established or traditional norm. b. Fad(dish). A transitory fashion adopted with wide enthusiasm. c. Conservative. Traditional in style. d. Inconspicuous. To readily notice or see. e. Unsightly. Unpleasant or offensive to look at.
I have my reasons but I have no reason to discuss them at the moment. We are above the paywall, are we not? I will talk about other things behind the paywall. That should happen soon.
“Would you like to try to tell me what you do again?” Python Lady said as she bit into a crustless cucumber-and-cream cheese canapé.
“We both know it is impossible to define,” I replied.
After Python Lady and I had dined on finger food and other delicately Turkish delights, I headed down into the belly of the beast, where I am right now.
24 hours to go and I want to be sedated. I will see you behind the paywall.