To what do I owe the honor?
Revenge.
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To what do I owe the honor?
Revenge.
Magnificent ride through the mountains today. Felt better than I have in months.
I’m going to start putting up sketches again.
Objective: male in contrast with female, sense of personality and life presence, voice, distinctive
The problem I have is that women my age are all morning people. I crawl out of bed like a troglodyte and exist in a palette of uselessness until noon. Women are like, Where’s my good morning text?
Girl, there ain’t nothing good about mornings. Go back to bed!
WordPress’s Jetpack is not a very good software package.
I am terrible at grocery shopping. I went to two different grocery stores to buy pasta sauce. Hours later with a full fridge and cabinets, guess what I don’t have.
Guess.
Achilles doesn’t die in the Iliad. He’s alive at the end, now the greatest of the Achaeans and therefore doomed. Yet he is alive. The deal with the heel, with his mother dipping him into the river Styx, none of that appears in Homer. It isn’t in the Iliad; it isn’t in the Odyssey.
It’s basically in the fanfiction.
The fremen has returned to Arrakis.