Great Expectations
are not warranted right now--well, not concerning the bloggity blog...I'm actually making progress on, gasp, what I get (meagerly) paid to do! Yes, I am writing a dissertation. I am riding this swell tide, as this tide rarely swells...
And I have quit smoking again...so I am antsy and increasingly taken to strolls around my fair neighborhood to relieve the overwhelming urge to spark flame to that pernicious cylinder of noxious myth.
So. I promise to continue the Whiskey Bin later, and I might perhaps share the novel I am (type) writing on my loverly remington in between dissertational bursts of productivity.
Fare us well.
And I have quit smoking again...so I am antsy and increasingly taken to strolls around my fair neighborhood to relieve the overwhelming urge to spark flame to that pernicious cylinder of noxious myth.
So. I promise to continue the Whiskey Bin later, and I might perhaps share the novel I am (type) writing on my loverly remington in between dissertational bursts of productivity.
Fare us well.
Labels: Work and Such
posted by slickaphonic at 1:22 AM
3 Comments:
On Saturday I thought of you. I was in a town just North of here, one that I haven't explored, and suddenly found myself walking by a window filled with typewriters of all shapes, sizes, ages and colors. There were even pastel pink and green!
Surf's up!
I would pay back the favor and wish you luck, but russians and mormons are not particularly know for such. Therefore, I wish you surliness and rectitude! Or, less politely, "do it now, biatch!"
FJ: Oh, it just sounds lovely.
TT: Gettin' up on it, yo! Thanks for the transcendetal kick in the pants.
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