blurry bond

The name's Bo- oh, never mind.
It's childish to take your picture in a mirror, especially just because you're wearing black tie, but I don't care. It's the only picture of me at the wedding in Boston and I think the blurriness does great things for my sex appeal. The shiny reflection on my bald pate does not.

The fever's back. Last lemsip of the day to come. I resent rationing it due to potential so-called side effects.

Three a day.


And the Yankees clobbered us last night.

Boo too.