printy printy print

Printing out US to edit/revise. Um. That’s about it. I’ve really got to get back on the writing bandwagon. This whole having to stop and edit/revise stuff is detrimental to the forward motion of wordcount. (Of course, it’s sort of useful for the whole career aspect, so ya wins some, ya loses some, obviously.) *stares around* Yeah. Um. Okay. Bye now. :)

*beam*

I met this artist, Jerry Minor, online through Karen Junker. He had this painting, called Cairn Dance (second piece on that page; the first is the ink work, I presume, for the same piece, rather than being a separate piece. I should ask him.), that I madly loved, and the original was still available, so I bought it. It just arrived, and it’s *gorgeous*. I donno where the heck I’m gonna put it up, but wow do I love it. Wow. *beam* Just got back from the chiro. I am…

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huh.

Huh. The guy who was shot to death by a trooper last year is somebody I’d known since I was about 7 years old. Obviously we weren’t close, but that makes, I don’t know, eight or something people from my class who are dead. Well. He didn’t actually graduate with me because Nikiski High School opened our junior year, but. Anyhoo. Um. Oh my goodness, dinner last night was amazingly good. Ted made an apple stuffing and rolled it in pork loin and made potatoes of some sort that I…

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