Ultimatum

June has reached a critical mass for important life altering events. I call a halt to this. Nothing more major in my life is allowed to happen in June. Any event choosing to flaunt this declaration may find itself retroactively forcibly relocated to July.

Going to buy beer and an ax handle. That statement does not seem to strike as much fear into my heart as it should, given how close I am to Lizzy Borden's grave.