Another Friday evening all alone up here and very late and very DRUNK!!! Does IT ever end?!!! Great theater for everyone else.
As we near ebay 60 ("never get "out of the teens"!!!) the end appears, eh? Those fervent spasmodic flips and flops of the bloated tuna on the wharf have toned down to a slow motion wiggle in the hot hot sun. Poor tuna. How come no one helps that tuna? Ever? Not one friend?