The week has been sucktacular in ways I could not imagine were possible mere days ago. To establish the internet collection alone took the intervention of my IT lady, a borrowed USB cable, a 37 pin DIn extension cord, 11 lbs of ice,and a burlap bag of live squirrels.

All the damned bridges here are either adorned with scrap iron or have some growth or another preceeding them from either direction. The Missou is mostly hidden from sight, what’s the point in that? The hotel on the TV has 1100 channels, apparently, most of which involve sports. The documentary I watched in the wee hours of the morning was still- despite the graphic depiction of rhinocerous masturbation- an improvement over the debates, which I blissfully slept through. Though I hear the moderator actually fellated the Won. I’d rather see rhino pecker, truth be told.