Thursday, May 23, 2002
Blah, blah, blah.
I missed my dentist appointment this morning, so I've felt horribly irresponsible all day long. You know, just like skipping school to see Aliens for the umpteenth time. Never mind. And then I only wrote 525 wds. on Chapter Seven. A few hours later, in a fit of guilt, I finally got around to the corrections for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold that Jennifer and Subterranean Press have been waiting for me to do for the last month. And then I went to Caldwell Park here in town to "walk through" a scene in the book and leapt from the top of a picnic table.
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