I ate so much at the potluck this afternoon that I think I'm sweating brownie frosting and chicken dumplings. It was pretty much an entire table of ice cream nut dessert and fruit pudding and deviled eggs and salad (that I didn't eat) and chicken dumplings. Basically, comfort food, aside from the salad. I usually don't say this, but if I see another brownie today, I think I'll vomit.
My wife and I have a date with a counselor tonight. It's our monthly check-in to see how things are going. I really like this counselor. She's a no-nonsense woman who has a dish of M&Ms in her office. What more could you ask for in a therapist? Maybe some good medication.
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I'm going to work on Project Memoir tonight. I really want to finish the "Prelude" section before the weekend rolls around. I haven't heard a whole lot of feedback about the first installment. Actually, I haven't heard
any feedback about the first installment. Please, drop me a comment. Let me know if you're interested or if I'm just being self-indulgent and narcissistic. OK, I'm always self-indulgent and narcissistic. Just let me know if you like it. I need some kind of affirmation, positive or negative.
Saint Marty needs to go purge a little now. Damn dumplings
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