If it was April…

I would assume this was a joke. Strangely, it is neither April nor a joke, though it may indeed be a farce.

I am currently trying to wrap up some post-ALA things and juggling the never ending list of things I must do, which includes the care and feeding of that child someone left on my doorstep. Note to self, remove doorstep.

–Jane, soylent green, it’s what’s for dinner

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