It's just not going to happen. My first blog entry is just not going to be the aesthetic masterpiece that panned out in my head, the mouthwatering photos of my gastronomic week that would cause a nationwide phenomena of malfunctioning keyboards due to excessive dribbling by their operators. The connecty cord thing has gone AWOL and the only person who may know where to locate it (the love of my life - N) is out gallivanting around Brunswick, making up for his previous fortnight of social isolation and sobriety as he churned out three essays, the final of which was handed in today. Even if he did manage to answer his phone, I doubt he'd have sufficient neuron pathways working to be able to place it. Sigh.
Oh well, here goes anyway. You'll just have to use your imagination . . .
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