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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Feb 17 06: typical frantic running-around
Off to Boskone for the weekend. Most exciting. Have I packed what I need? Have I packed things that I will look at in six hours and say, “What the hell was I thinking here?” No idea. I am leaving a sinkful of dishes at home, because I am a bad husband. And there’s no time to swing by my office and grab my palm pilot off my desk on the way, but that’s probably less fatal than it seems right this instant.
Why the hell am I sitting here typing? I have a train to catch…