My work account gets spam from wineries.
My grasp on gross motor skills is tenuous at best.
I have nightmares about increasing volumes of steel imports.
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No, that's the point of a lab notebook.
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Applies to Oranges will heat up next week. In the meantime, all the wheels are turning...
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Looking for a place to crash (e'er so lightly) in NYC on October 13. I have a late reading at the Poetry Project, and afterwards will need to slumber somewheres in the vicinity.
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My vacation, like all vacations, has come to an end. The evil blinky eyes of the Washington Monument have welcomed me back to our nation's capital.
The reading September 15 went well, I think, and Mark & I have developed a fun new habit of getting drunk on trains. Totally makes the time pass by.
Newport was pretty and New Englandy and thus filled with spooky crap like this:
and with funny little things like this:
Mark and I spent a day in DC and then headed down to C-Ville, where I bought my fall wardrobe. Now I am the queen of plaid. I also letterpressed some stuff in anticipation of Erica Kaufman's forthcoming Big Game chapbook and met with a (gasp) wedding planner. Now I must prepare for a new day of lawyerliness. And so to bed.
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