Wednesday, December 14, 2022

I digress

 

It’s December 14th, and despite the holiday cheer around me, I’m faced with that ever-familiar feeling of the weight of a thousand chubby gnomes dancing upon my chest. They’re tiny enough to all fit on my torso (think little green army men), but like the Tardis, they’re bigger on the inside, and as heavy as a normal-sized gnome. How heavy is a normal-sized gnome, you ask? Probably not as heavy as abnormally-sized gnome, and simultaneously heavier than an abnormally-sized gnome. I hope I’ve successfully cleared that query up for you.

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