I am writing this from a secret location. It’s so secret that I shouldn’t even tell you that it’s a secret location. I love you guys too much to keep it from you.
I’m on a special mission. I’m attempting to induce a trans-dimensional transfer through the medium of tedium. It’s really boring and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand it.
It reminds me of the time that I had to weave a magical blanket from the lint left in MC Hammer’s tumble dryer. I don’t know why it reminds me of that, the two scenarios are completely unalike.
Have you ever been so bored that your salty tears have formed a 5-dimensional crystal? Me neither, but I think that I’m getting close.
It’s a hard life being a Sheby57 operative.
