Let us drizzle butter over a bowl of peat moss and call that a way to spend a Monday. You don’t have time to clown around in the dark now that the sky has turned a militant, rusty blue. A list of things that make your lips numb would help us learn what to feed you in your free time. Rub your quad, rub your hammy, and take the red pill you found on the bathroom floor. You live in a safe world of true New Yorkers.