Anyway, the only thing I have to do is homework.
I'm going to curl up in a corner with the Marx's "Communist Manifesto" and Kris Cringle (that's a special kind of Chex mix, for the people out there without Pierce blood [or should I say, people not from my mother's side of the family]).
Any aliteration is purely unintentional because I worked my way through a quarter of the book, and the bucket, before I thought to post.
If I meant to be espeically alliterate, I would have been enjoying chilled Coke instead of lukewarm tap water.
So it's official: no more alliteration tonight, on purpose or not.
With that cleared up, I must go back to reading.
Bye-Bye
