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September 21, 2011
I haven't been doing a very good job keeping up with this month, but judging by past experience, September is my catch-all month anyway.

"Sorry, September. I really do like your dress. One day I'll learn not to vomit all over it. I swear."


My fingers have turned skeletal in the light of the computer. Silver and knobbly with pale pointed nails. The fingers of a hag, perhaps turned young by sucking the youth out of captive virgins or perhaps wasted by the use of an ancient and vicious magic. Hands show the age of the soul.