The day of the election I went to the liquor store and said "give me a pint of your finest tequila!" The guy pulled the bottle down off the shelf and said "thirty five dollars." I replied, "give me a pint of your second-finest tequila instead."
Much comicking this weekend, and moving next week into my own private spot in Northampton, with a sound-proof drawing room! I am becoming increasingly affected by outside forces in my rapidly advancing... maturity.
