Oh, folks. This week, I botch the opening, admit how terrible I am at this, and talk on and on about turning 37. I make uneducated statements about whisky and finally count up how many square feet of Islay I own, talk about being poor and breaking a tooth (on a cheap taco), and how spending a lot of time running is a total waste.

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