for a few months now, apparently i’ve been waking up in the middle of the night once or twice a week and writing draft emails on my phone. to convey very important information, clearly. that i have no memory of the next day, until i see there’s a new draft in gmail.
a sampling from the past two weeks:
- Mycfoft went ba ck after shelock eft at christms to ralk to mollt?
- bathrum flacon
- [one that’s just a picture of the window over my bed]
- barukh atah adonai, eloheinu
- Living off reichenbach monwy? Others suing to get rward, fees baxk.
- Molly bad idea pub pints John sad
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notalwaysweak said:
I love you for this, NGL.
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andthenisay said:
I don’t know how to properly respond to this except for giving you a hug and a shot.
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folkbloodbaths said:
this is fantastic.
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hyphenanne said:
see, now I’m all WAIT DID MYCROFT GO BACK TO TALK TO MOLLY even though I am not sure how that would necessarily be relevant to anything.
also please get a falcon for your bathroom.
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