Sturdley's Magical Mystical Blog

Musings on life, liberty, and the pursuit of derpiness.

Day Eight

Three more countries popped up in iSpy IM this morning, and they didn’t want to chat either. What’s the point? Maybe I’ll just go fishing instead.
I went to the post office earlier on the off chance I could send a letter to NSABob. There were two angry mobs in the parking lot shouting at each other about who was to blame for our post office being closed. Curious if it was true, I went to the door and it opened. The groups stopped yelling and gaped in astonishment for a few seconds before going back to their screaming. They must have been having too much fun to bother with getting stamps or sending letters.

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