I will have made a single batch of decent biscuits, and watched Xanadu on Showtime. I will be wearing the same pajamas I wore yesterday, waiting for my Word Feud opponent on Kindle to make a fucking play. None of the bills will have been paid, but my gas tank will be full in case anyone wants to dump my cremated remains out of a convertible. My family will find things in my personal effects I do not want them to find, in spite of the serious purge I made this spring. I will have…
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