Good things, for once. Morning weights, writing, gym, sensible food, short walks at work, chatting with my writing buddy Patrick, credit card minimum payments are paid, good stuff in NY this weekend, and I'll be at the Oregon Coast next week. Sweet.
Big, deep, breath.
Anyway, back to writing, then dinner.
And guess what I got for Christmas? The regional VP gave away 30 years worth of National Geographic Magazines in the collector's hardbound covers. I got all of them.
They are fucking sweet.
And fucking heavy.
I've been dragging them home one at a time for nearly a month. Almost done.
They make me very happy.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
And After All That...
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