A story post apocalyptically endured

[some_mensch]

Last night, I read the newspaper and it had a game on the cruciverbal page. I wrote a tool to finish it for me, which seemed much easier than actually solving the thing myself. I offer you one and only one piece of that tool today, and maybe another pieces in the future. I solve puzzles now because it lets my wife know that I am not grey matter

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[bibliofile]

If you'd like to post without the nausea and vomiting, you have options. There are phone posts (for paid users, but it's not a lotta money). Or you could dictate to someone--yes, I'm volunteering, I type fairly quickly, contact info here--and post via email (also a paid-users thing).

your kind offer to assist

[some_mensch]

is touching to say the least, however, they give me pills that I take for me headaches, and thats gonna have to do. besides, one must suffer for ones art, no matter how crappy ones art may actually be. after all, if sterno & you and the others can stand to read this absolute shite, i can stand to write it down. That way, i will not feel bereft of purpose or convenient excuses.

yr. obt. svt.

DWB

[ouatic_7]

I'm sorry. I thought you were being metaphorical about the nausea and vomiting. That's horrid.

vomiting as a metaphore

[some_mensch]

Well