Here I am. Where are you? Oh, my horrible Hugo, my hoboese (hoboian?) Bebo, how I miss thee two.
No snow. None. Unless you count slush in my college's town, and somehow, people never do.
I'm hungry. Very hungry. This can be expected, as I seem to be fighting something that upsets my stomach greatly.
My very excited mother just stood under n... Basically, she ran a marathon a day, three days in a row, over New Year's eve, New Year's day, and January 2nd. Three marathons. Three days. And people think I've lost some marbles...
I should probably finish this thing up. Okay, so Hugo, I will write a short chapter soon. I PROMISE. I could be lying, but you'll never know, not if I never know. Mwaheheh!
So, food... I'm staring at a picture of a muscled woman librarian with books flying about her, watching, literally over her shoulder, at a student. If that's not sinister, then I'm Nevada. Why Nevada, you ask? Because Nevada am I Nevada. See what I did there? No? That's okay. I'm sleep and food deprived and I read a 460-ish paged book over a day. Yesterday, if fact. Basically, we're all mad in the Joetopian Mountains. Hello!
Joe, the Hungry Hobo
My dear Joe, if you are going to address two people, you must say "you" and not "thee," because, at the time in our language's history when "thee" was in common use, it denoted the direct address of a single person ("My Jesus, I lo-ove thee"), while "you" was used to address more than one person ("Oh, my horrible Hugo, my hoboian Bebo, how I miss YOU two"). Just thought I'd let you know. Not that I'm a language Nazi or fascistic (yes, that really is a word, meaning "after the fashion of a fascist") or anything. My parents gave me an enormous, gorgeous, highly comprehensive dictionary for Christmas, and it seems to have done bad things to my personality. Not that most people notice, because it seems that egregiously bad things had already been DONE to my personality years ago, and anything new is small potatoes. Or something like that.
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