I’ve decided to get some ashwaghanda the next time I go into
town, and trust that no libidinous complications ensue. Hopefully, any side
effects will be easier to handle:
I’ll get some
ashwaghanda said
Old JJ to himself
Perhaps more rum
I’ll then become
Or turn into an elf
(One of these days I’m going to start talking like Rupert
Bear. It’ll be OK as long as I don’t find myself wearing yellow check trousers.)
No doubt M’Lady will be the first to inform me should any disturbing
changes become evident. That’s if she’s still around, of course. The Abode of S
looked depressingly unoccupied again tonight.
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