1424.

Freudian slips — chicks and coke! clean and lick! click and poke! clit and spoke! 

1423.

She was a little lost without her.

1422.

Christmas songs are strangely comforting.

1421.

Between the black sky and the blue, I love you.

1420.

HQ is mad.

1419.

Friedman's penchant for mixed metaphors: when the walls came down and the windows went up.

1418.

Writing defers madness.

1417.

A bag full of ants.

1416.

A pocket full of red pens.

1415.

Reconvening at 3:30pm.