this being the 10th post after aadvarks, it ought to be something special.

but somehow, it doesn't feel that way.

though in a funny other sort of way, we mourn the passing of the tubulidentatae and the death of another attempt at a running joke that did not quite make it. (come to think of it, it didn't actually run, either.)

so, as of now, the catalogue of a nascent soon-to-be grand old tradition of half-ran unfunny jokes is just beginning to shape up:
1) roman skirts and pornography
2) the argentinian war
3) aadvarks
4) ghostwriters
5) struck-out one-liners - the saddest one yet

the last 3 within ten posts of each other.

it must have something to do with the weather, since the improbable has just happened: it is now raining more here than it has ever been for the past few months.

my room, of course, is as messy as ever. maybe if i look closely, i might find an aardvark burying itself somewhere in the piles of paper hummocked around my room.

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4 aardvark posts and counting... 146 more to go.