Beautiful night. Cold, but good. Just got back from the gym. Jazz playing. Roommates cooking dinner and chatting in the big kitchen. Drinking some whiskey, transcribing some writing work I did this afternoon. Getting ready for a great weekend in NY.
Doesn't get much better.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
In Which the Protagonist Drinks Whiskey & Is Happy to Be Alive
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