Greetings from Connecticut. A strange state in more ways than one.
A week back in my current homeland, all of it spent ill, yet satisfyingly productive. I managed to work, make progress in my apartment, got to an early train tonight ... watch me now! (i thought that was a line from Jumping Jack Flash, but apparently not.)
I'm neither yogic nor writingic having been up since 7:00 am (shocking for me), worked, and traveled by train (not high on cocaine), and now through a couple of slow shots of Patron.
I trust I will be a better writer and a better person tomorrow.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
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