Head cold. Sucks. Can't sleep so I'm finally reading The Crying of Lot 49 which has been sitting on my shelf for a long time. It really is non-linear, but I'm doped up on cold medication so that doesn't really matter. The run-on sentences drive me bonkers, though.
It was as if, somehow, in the past, in this time-space continuum, Thomas Pynchon, the writer, picked up the arguably bad habit of, quite simply, using too many commas.
Demi, Richard, & the hamsters are snoozing. (Three of them snore.)
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