Forget everything I've ever told you about "Eileen" and Cornerstone.
Thanks to the latter co-author of this lovely book, I have tentatively gotten Eileen moved to the so, so, so, so, so much more convenient time of 9:00A Saturday. Please come up with new, less convoluted plans for your cinematic attendance. (However, no comps for anyone, including me.)
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
