Couldn't I just lounge on a paisley couch while others make art out of me? I would promise to do so ironically, and stay out of East STL.
If I get nothing else out of this semester, I know to use a masonry bit, and not ruin the other drill.
Cuts and colds abound. Misery, of course, ensues. But only intermittently.
Tomorrow I will see the dawn.
