So, we were supposed to be MWF this week, except I got distracted by the narcotic calling of the final installment of a series in a narrow sub-genre of post-modern literature, and temporarily forgot that I have a BFA in design and not a literature degree. Stupid me. So, there's a Tossers today, Saturday, provided Cor remembers to do it, to make up.
Down with the proletariat, up with the bourgeoise. Grimey prevails.