My Dog is Chelsea

I’ve been tagged, courtesy of Julia Goldberg most recently and Fredday before her. I’ve been putting this off because I hate these things, but since I have nothing better to write about I’ll just cave in and do it. The original tag asked for four examples of each, but that just struck me as too [...]

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Now that it’s been two weeks since I posted Part I of my Aunt Joanne story (which I recommend reading, if you haven’t already, before you delve into this one) I suppose it has lost some momentum. But now that my deadlines have passed, I feel 78% better and all out of town guests have [...]

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2 am. Still sick. About an hour ago, accidentally deleted part of the story I’m working on for the newspaper. Irrecoverable mistake. Must keep plugging away. Sleep is far away. Have been in same chair since 8 o’clock in what has become yesterday’s morning. Right nostril functioning currently to the point of actually absorbing and [...]

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Sorry for the delay of Part II of my Aunt Joanne story! I’m working on an article for the paper at the moment, and I’ve been scrambling to get all my reporting done and interviews transcribed so I can actually write the freaking thing. On top of that, I’m sick as a dog and have [...]

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Okay. I was going to tell y’all about the frisbee tournament I went to this past weekend, but that’ll have to wait. I was also going to tell you about how last week I learned to tie a half Windsor, but that’ll have to wait as well. Because now… it’s time to talk about Aunt [...]

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