While returning from the liquor store (which is one block away, so I am not, as some would accuse, shirking my duties) with a fresh bottle of sherry, I noticed this:
- The spaceman is speaking to me
I rushed into editorial to tell Paul, as I was sure I'd seen and heard him earlier in the day, but he was no where to be found. I have now locked myself in the web department to drink away the delirium tremens and their wicked side effects.
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