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Archive for April 23rd, 2005

The Year of the Sloth

Apr
23

I can’t remember the last day when I did NOTHING all day. Does that count as the third New Thing? I did smoke a chocolate cigar (YES, MOM, SMOKING IS BAD) but chocolate cigars are GOOD, and it does qualify for New Thing #2. :twisted:

When we roused our lazy selves from our nothingness to go to the lodge for burgers, the Grill Girl from yesterday who I gave a book to had read enough about me to know by now that I have a paranormal series coming out. She leaned across the grill counter to ask quietly, “Do you just write about paranormal experiences or DO YOU HAVE THEM?”

Must admit, wasn’t sure how to answer this. SHOULD I be having them? Yes, I am a werewolf, I thought…. But that might have scared her. I’m not sure what she wanted my answer to be. Maybe I should COME UP WITH some paranormal experiences so that I know what to say to people since perhaps this is a sign of things to come now that I’m writing paranormals…….

I think I need another margarita so I can contemplate this fully.

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23

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23

Click here to visit my good friend Mary! She’s running a cool contest right now for her Love Letters book! Go win!! I have the secret number…

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