Shut up. It was either the statue or the possum. We watched scary movies and worked on a fancy wood puzzle. It was nice.

I did see the Royal New Zealand Ballet at the Joyce Theatre, however, so there’s that. Also, I might have spent a few intimate hours with a box of macaroni and cheese and a certain amount of rum, but I’d rather not talk about that. What happens in the shitty ant-covered kitchen stays in the shitty ant-covered kitchen…

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