Why exactly did I agree to this every-day blogging thing again? My ass is dragging. Hard. I went to bed at midnight, got up at 3am, on the road at 4:30am, at Orlando airport at 6am. Park, shuttle bus, terminal, baggage, security, tram, terminal, breakfast, half an hour at the gate on the laptop, pretty ...
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I’m a writer. A lover, not a fighter. An amateur philosopher who enjoys shaving giraffes and dancing around my living room in my boxers.