This is, of course, the Besst of The Last Three Days. This tardy, backdated stuff cannot continue, as I can barely remember three days ago now. If my brain were a hard drive, it would be in desperate need for a defrag and a backup. My memory also needs an upgrade.

Thursday, March 13: The best thing about Thursday was that it was totally unremarkable. One of these days I’m going to have a really bad day and wish every day was just like Thursday, March 13th.

Friday, March 14: Just desserts roll in, and not the ironic kind, either. For a brief moment, I can wallow in them.

Saturday, March 15: My wallowing urges sated, I blow said desserts on this:

Also, I spend the evening clobbering the oldest Son, Interrupted in Civilization Revolution.

Good times.

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