three

All I wanted to say was "good scotch! yummy! I'm glad I'm drinking good scotch again!" But fucking blogger made me fucking upgrade to the fucking new fucking blogger. The upshot? Particularly as I don't want any real email addresses associated with my whingeings just in case of, I dunno, tenure. A third fucking google account. I have no idea who I am anymore. I was fine with two, but three? Piffle. And no, my love, I'm really not gay. Ooh. Labels. They suggest, "e.g. scooters, vacation, fall." I think I'll label this inaugural privacy-robbing post all three of those things. That'll show 'em....