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Happy Monday, y’all. It’s yet another gray one in TinyTown. We fell asleep with Podrick under the covers with us. He woke me up early this morning, looking for a fingertip. Once he found one to latch on to, we fell asleep for a couple of hours. Pippin is sulking; not only is Podrick still…

For someone who hates big heavy weapons, I’m certainly enjoying walloping shit with an enormous pink and purple upright bass.

The day was frustrating and garlicky.