It’s that time of the month again – you have until midnight to get what you need from July, because after that it’s gone. We tried to warn you…
And that means it’s end-of-the-month abstract time, though I think I’m abusing the definition of that word again. But here it is anyway, free of charge, so file your complaints appropriately.
After one of
I was just glancing down at the clock and calendar of the computer after completing a stack of tasks tonight and said to myself, Thirty days has September, April, shit. Because of course it’s time for the end of the month abstract and I didn’t have anything prepared.
Not only that, but I shot extremely little this month, for reasons that will eventually become clearer, though it won’t
Why, look – it is the end of yet another month! Boy, they just don’t seem to last anymore, do they? Back in my day, months lasted a month and a half, especially during the school year. They weren’t made in China, either.
But this means it’s abstract time. You still have a chance to redeem yourself, April, if you pony up the goods right now.
That… almost