Forgive the lame pun.

I seem to have solved the backdating problem by spending an entire day unable to move.

Since I believe that apostrophes are the ugliest punctuation mark, I am wondering if some tendency of mine might be tracked by cataloguing their frequency in my work.

This town will be the end of me. Today has been hotter than it has any right to be, and me with a fever, and me having to cook. Delerium is not pleasure. I think only swampy things can live here, snuffling behemoths and dragonflies. Things made of mud and steam. I have this sense that all the insects here have sticky feet, not powdery wings.