Wheee! I’m on the first list page of the editing dashboard for Desert Peach 18. Now watch Dave sneak in and post #19 before I can get down to page one.
The Peach’s twitchiness about the black market: oh, the gods will laugh at HIM before this series is over. If ever. Like likely.
Quite sick today; exhaustion and bee-stings. Ran afoul of some Russian stock ferals I was trying to increase last night. That’s right, do it BAREFOOT, idiot. These aren’t your hive of little tame Canelians, fool. Canolians? Carnelians? Them bees out there.
