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Costa Rica: the story so far
(((WRITTEN LAST NIGHT, BEFORE MY INTERNET KEYPASS EXPIRED))) I only have a few minutes here, probably, as we’re huddled in a mountaintop hotel in the middle of what, by my…
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The flesh, it is weak.
I’m writing from Logan’s spacious and lovely Terminal A. I brought the computer. But already, even so early in the journey, I’m totally glad I did because TERMINAL A IS…
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I hear that step one is admitting you have a problem…
and I think I’m addicted to my computer. I fly out tomorrow to spend seven days drinking in Costa Rica, a 30th birthday celebration for my girl Christina**, and all…
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Among the incredibly retarded things I’ve done lately,
Last night in the bathtub, I got carried away with the pumice stone and sloughed off most of the skin on my knees. Insert gutter-minded rugburn jokes here.
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Yes I Am.
I’ve been too busy following post-election Sarah Palin news to bother with such small things as posting on teh blog. Or calling MA DOR to inform them of my employment…
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Oh, Shit.
Apparently, we *are* those kind of people. Happy Halloween!
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