The violinist in Grand Central sounded much improved today. I suppose that is to be expected when one plays for several hours a day in front of thousands of strangers. Maybe I should try it. Practice makes perfect. Highly publicized practice with the added bonus of some meager monetary gain makes quickened perfect.
meh? O_o
I have a deadline today, and 1000000000000000000000 x 3482 things to do, but my boss is in a meeting, which is why I'm blogging. I am utterly incapable of self-discipline, and have the attention span of a goldfish with a brain tumor. So until Tim gets out of his meeting, I literally cannot stop myself from typing away in this little box as precious minutes tick past, tick tick tick. As soon as he walks in I'll
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