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Yesterday I learned we'd be going to Victoria Day fireworks with another family tonight and I was like "damn it" but then (Bowie voice) "the r-rai-ains set in" so looks like (Rick voice) FOUR HOURS OF NEW TWIN PEAKS TONIGHT LUMBERFUCKAAAAZ!

Take that you only-grudgingly democracy-furthering, murderous colonization-promoting, Swinburne-ignorant, Christ-mainlining dead lady.

Plus her stupid holiday is why we can sleep in Monday, so stay up for the online ones. Lynchian is the new Victorian this fine Lynchday Week's-end.

Julie does not yet know she's staying up that late, though. Come to think of it a lot else can still go wrong. And it looks like the sun is out again. Fuck.

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While I grimly graded and desultorily dissertated a new Bloom book emerged, I unknowing?!

To the bookstore! Looks like that Aira book isn't out till week after next, though. I'm thinking he was disappointed by the Bertolucci film "Little Buddha" after an exciting misapprehension?

I'll Amazon both and reread Henry 4 the meantimes. Plus there's a new Bishop bio t'ambivalate by.