Offhandery Tuesday, August 12, 2003

No time to breathe, much less blog, today. On the plus side, a buddy with high standards seems to like the Secret Thing of the moment, so I'm just about ready to send it off. Then I can turn to the next Secret Thing, then the next, then the next, until one of them becomes the Public Thing. Then, as Morty Shuman sang, "we'll kiss with our eyes, talk in love with our hands, in the Promised Land."

@ 4:21:00 PM,

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