Dear Mothballs,

You asked what I do with my time when I'm not digitally
expressing myself. Here's a semi-accurate (what is the point
of that term by the way?) answer:



If the pie chart were more punishingly sliced, there would be
slivers for "coming up with clever nicknames" and "committing
anecdotes to memory".

What a gloomy jpeg.

I hope you've been exercising your youth-- the season of indoor
pursuits is not yet upon us. Soon we'll have to think of new
similes to describe the weather. It will no longer be as crisp,
fresh, and yellow-red as an apple.

Meanwhile, there's a rusting bicycle downstairs with my name
(literally) on it. I should go for a ride. I WILL go for a ride.

Abort email,

Cassidy



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