Okay, so for nor particular reason, really, I’m kind of blue. Just the non-specific bummers. I just need a hug . . . actually, twenty three hugs would be better. Or, you know, 58. Actually, 1003 hugs might help me feel a little better. So, if you see me soon, and you want to give me a squish, I’d appreciate it.
Tales of the City to follow, when I’m in a better frame of mood to tell. The story of Time Square is not to be missed. You’ll like, I swear. High-jinks aplenty.
I love you. Good night!