Phone Message: My Brain Has Eloped
Bad news for you. Last night in the middle of dinner, most of my brain eloped with that little Degas statuette I had in the portico. Anyway, they are probably in your neigborhood right now driving backwards and screaming Egyptian slang to the four winds. Were I you, I wouldn’t go outside for a long, long time. But I am outside and you’re not. So why not kill some time by leaving me a message?