Many of you are familiar with the work of my girlfriend, the redoubtable Gail Armstrong, yes? She being the dishy woman of awesome accomplishment and talent who managed somehow to turn me into a less miserable prick? That is her. She’s celebrating a birthday today. It’s one of those faintly unsettling round-number birthdays, though she seems to be taking it in stride, mostly settled.
Why not send her a note, something nice. She’d like that.
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