i meant to go to the gym, honest injun! but it wasn't doing; my brain was a fuzzy piece of lint pulled out of the filter on the drier. just buzz buzz buzz in their, moths knocking about against the bone. jenny came home kind of exhausted, so we took a dodge, & drank cocktails instead. exellent vodka, chemical depressant! a critical componant in mental health. though it is responsible for me watching grey's anatomy with jenny, so i guess i must be sorta conservative with my props. oh, & i tagged out three & a half grand (3,500) on the novel yesterday-- the fifty k (50,000) word count is intimidating, but with any luck i'll show some pluck.