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It was, perhaps, inevitable
Aug. 8th, 2024 09:59 pmScott and I finally caught Covid. Most likely from a friend who went to a con.
Tonight we were feeling sorry for ourselves and decided to go full RotK: DO YOU REMEMBER THE TASTE OF STRAWBERRIES, FRODO? NO, SAM, I DON'T REMEMBER THE TASTE OF FOOD, OR WATER, OR THE TOUCH OF GRASS!
It's a good thing we're stuck together, we'd drive everyone else in the world batshit.
Tonight we were feeling sorry for ourselves and decided to go full RotK: DO YOU REMEMBER THE TASTE OF STRAWBERRIES, FRODO? NO, SAM, I DON'T REMEMBER THE TASTE OF FOOD, OR WATER, OR THE TOUCH OF GRASS!
It's a good thing we're stuck together, we'd drive everyone else in the world batshit.
