I am in the land o’ the lakes, basking in the no-nonsense love of my relatives (“We like you. You’re one of our favorite relatives. It’s hard to believe you’re so normal, given your mom.” Which is better than what some of her other siblings say, such as “I can’t believe Abby’s still alive.” (my mom doesn’t take great care of herself.))
My son is out power-washing the deck with my uncle. How much more suburban does it get?
I am contemplating getting to bed not too late and having time to write my synopsis, which a new kick-ass friend just bitched me out about (“Wait. So you’re holding your career up writing this other thing because you don’t want to write a synopsis?” “Uh. Yeah, I guess so.” “You know how dumb that is, right?” “Uh. Yeah, I guess so.” Notice what a sparkling reply I give.).
Then onto something resembling a career, right?
After some sleep. And, perhaps, a little Cherry Garcia frozen yogurt.
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Your friend is indeed KA. Good advice. Go K the A of that S. Now!
That’s right go K some A!