Dear Log,
Several days of jabby denistry and frustrating software design have left me seething and full of ONWEE. If I try to even just read a book to relax, I end up fuming about the poor hyphenation in the book's typesetting. Yes, this is a funk.
But the denistry is almost done with, and the software is finally starting to work.
Meanwhile, the multilingual packaging on my dishwasher powder tells me that it contains PROTÃËGE-Ãâ°CLAT, which is meant to be a translation of "shine-guard" but sounds to me like a component for a pipe bomb.
