Been mostly in front of my computer with the TV on in the background for the whole weekend. It seemed as though the AFC and NFC championships might be entirely composed of four "local" teams for me: Saints (born in New Orleans); Ravens (grew up just outside of Baltimore); Patriots (college in New England 2000-2005); and Giants (lived in New York 2005-2010). Alas the Saints got knocked out. But it did mean that for the first time in two years I was actually watching football games.
And in the foreground I was working on some maddening shit. I wrote a very long short story/short novella over the holidays that now, on re-reading, seems deeply exasperating to me. All first drafts do, though. No, that's not true. I was fucking around with it for much of the weekend. At least writing's cheaper than going to therapy.
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Count me completely interested, Nick!
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