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Today was fun. Even though it was hotter than a crotch. I tortured myself all day long with the boston movie shit. But I've made a dent in the last two hours or so. So that's good.

I'm kinda counting the days until big bro, his wife, and I drive back to the southland. I'm coming back up to South Dakota with them in late August. Then there's nothing stopping me from staying until October, when the hellspawn is due to hatch from its leathery shell. But I really don't want to miss Autumn in Tennessee. It's something else.

I helped make a sorbet with the wife today. It was fun. I did all the hard work. I squeezed those sumbitch ratfuck lemons for all I was worth. Apparently bro's wife had never seen anyone cry hysterically while squeezing a lemon. My dad calls tighty-whiteys lemon chokers. But that's a whole other matter.

I got to see Mr. Rogers play with Koko the gorilla. She took his shoes and socks off. They must've cut away when she started to forcibly take his pants and underwear off. I saw that gorilla lick its lips. Hungrily.

Quick. What's the sign for cattle prod? Nevermind. Just go get the cattle prod. What's the sign for crime against nature? What's the sign for not a banana? Don't show this tape to my wife. I'm begging you.

Nah. I like Mr. Rogers. I gotta get back to work.