Started with the phone call to my dad, who expounded at length about his breakfast (boiled cabbage and eggs, in case you're interested). He also put forth his unusual theory as to why he has been able to abuse his body so horrifically for so long without many serious side effects: He grew up on a farm. *ahem*
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VEG was busy with a freelance editing job**...ergo, I was left to my own devices for the day. So, I went to the Botanic Garden and then came home and read an entire book. I know what you're thinking - that Lass, will she ever slow down that crazy merry-go-round life of hers? What can I say? I live on the edge, always.
**(She said it had something to do with football but I suspect it was more of the usual porn...I mean really, who does she think she's kidding? I saw that bodybuilder book...) Hee.
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And now, I am awaiting a phone call from my friend in Texas -- we are planning a trip. Oh yes, a trip. Mebbe to Austin if I can get over my terror of running into fateful meeting man. Mebbe someplace else. I hear tickets to Botswana are going pretty cheap these days...
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