Well, first you're leaving the house with a lot of expectations, then you run into a friend at the Middle Eastern place, then you're drinking white wine at 1:30 p.m., and then you're laying on the couch listening to Doug Buffone and Gary Fencik. What happened? At least I downloaded my resume... Didn't I? Hold on. All right. There we go. It's my day off, right? Would you cut me a little slack?
Thinking about writing is NOT WRITING. It doesn't count. And drinking white wine is NOT NOT DRINKING. It's real booze. Take it from me. But a few hours with a friendly face... Sometimes you must take that where you can get it. I'm glad I did.
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