Ode to My Hotel Room In Indianapolis
There is totally someone vomiting in the hall right now. I’m going to bed.
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There is totally someone vomiting in the hall right now. I’m going to bed.
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My boss wants me to maintain my purgatory here in Indy every week, preferably 3-4 days a week. I tried to get him to compromise at 2, but it turns out our client just canned the person who does the equivalent of my job for them, and now I need to help out until everybody’s
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Enjoy the power and beauty of your early career. Oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your early career until they have faded and you can barely eke out a few three-act short stories a year for semi-pro magazines who just want your D-list name on the cover. But trust me,
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The instructor for my Friday yoga class was a woman who trained in India, the sort who could turn herself into a pretzel at will. “And this is a preparatory exercise so that eventually you’ll be able to do this!” and then she proceeded to contort herself in a Cirque de Soleil fashion. I’m enjoying
“People shouldn’t fear their governments. Governments should fear their people.” “Don’t give an inch.” “When you no longer fear, you are free.” Jenn and I went out and saw V for Vendetta on Saturday – fantastic show, highly recommended.
Why does it not surprise me that I’m bad at writing character relationships that are supposed to be romantic? Gee, I wonder.
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