Ann Arbor
I went to Ann Arbor today. My sister showed up and after eating a bagel at Einstein Bros., half of a peanut-butter brownie at Expresso Royale, and looking in various asundry crazy stores, she left and I was subjected to an extremely boring lecture about ancient Egypt in an extremely warm and sleep-inducing environment.
Stopped writing at 9:30 with only 500 words. Oh well, I'm still two days ahead with little over a week to go.
Cristina bought a Found magazine, and on one of the pages there is a sign : Please LOCK DOOR so people from outside don't break in and DEFECATE in the washing machine. We laughed, and then a few minutes later she says, "What's defecate mean?" Apparently she thought it meant to die. Don't break in and commit suicide in our washing machine...anyway, good laughs.
What will it feel like to be an author?
Stopped writing at 9:30 with only 500 words. Oh well, I'm still two days ahead with little over a week to go.
Cristina bought a Found magazine, and on one of the pages there is a sign : Please LOCK DOOR so people from outside don't break in and DEFECATE in the washing machine. We laughed, and then a few minutes later she says, "What's defecate mean?" Apparently she thought it meant to die. Don't break in and commit suicide in our washing machine...anyway, good laughs.
What will it feel like to be an author?
- I don't know
- Maybe like being a father?
- Um...I'm hungry
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