This week has been going on for years, hope any of you who've gotten married, had kids, etc. in the meantime didn't resent my absence too much, can't keep track of what I'm doing from one minute to the next (peace to the frontal lobe trauma posse), think a major crackup is imminent, so if this thing starts filling up with posts like:

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somebody please come & take me to the hospital.

Anyone noticed how Fitzgerald's prose style is similar to the breezy line drawings found in magazines of the period? Spontaneous freestyle raps keep unspooling in my head involving rhymes like bee's knees and synesthesia, at least it's not squeeze ya & please ya, but no doubt it soon will be.