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Dude, I've got updates galore. It's the first time in a while that I've had a surplus of things to write about, but... I don't have the time to share it all just yet. Do I get off on this teasing? I'd be lying if I said no. Tomorrow. I'll have something up tomorrow. Those of you on Facebook already got the sneak preview (which includes pretty much everyone except Isha).

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Beth said…
I want updates NOW!! Sure, it's 2:30 am in your world and you and Sar and the cats are all probably sleeping comfortably with not a care in the world that for *some* of us, it's only 11:30 pm and we want updates!

There better be updates tomorrow, that's all I can say! =P
Anonymous said…
You've finally decided to go through that artificial puberty that you've been wanting since you were deprived of the real thing?

I'm so proud of you.

YA-TOH!

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Change Two: Drink More Water Such a simple thing, yet something I just can't seem to find the time to do. About the only water I drink in your average day is whatever sweat happens to trickle off my mustache. Hydration (so the smart people tell me) is a good thing. I'm less fatigued when I drink water. I'm less hungry when I drink water. I'm even less grumpy when I drink water. I promise you nothing especially impressive. Eight glass a day ain't gonna happen. I'm shooting for two on average; two trendy, metallic, not gonna bleed Bisphenol A into my system bottles of water. I know were off to a rip-roaring start, what with the list-making and the hydration, but I'll try to get crazier with future changes. Stuff like: go to work drunk more, and buy a pair of leather pants. For now, let me ease into it.