It always begins in the same fashion: "This is my first diary, please go easy on me."
And so I make obeisance to tradition.
This is my first diary, please go easy on me.
It's teh silly season, the dog days of August; whatever the hell we agree to call it, the stresses of change on our national stage are slowing driving us barking howling-at-the-moon mad....
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