Holy crap. You open up a can of worms and what do you find . . .
I finally socked away enough money and time to fix up the car, and do you suppose it all went perfectly? Do you think perhaps there were unforseen problems that would only present themselves boldly when I was least-prepared to meet them? Ah, well - then you'd be...
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I finally socked away enough money and time to fix up the car, and do you suppose it all went perfectly? Do you think perhaps there were unforseen problems that would only present themselves boldly when I was least-prepared to meet them? Ah, well - then you'd be...
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sureality:
So I noticed you dug the last bailey set! If you are interested you can read about behind the scenes info in my Oct. 31st journal entry. So did you notice the burning car? Most people mised it. Its our fun little "plant".
Back home. Monday morning. Blah with a capital B. All the animals got sick while I was out of town, and my poor dearest had to deal with it on her own. Double blah with an ick on top. This always happens when I go out of town. But the racing was awesome, the weather was awesome, Audi is awesome, and an awesome time was...
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I'm off to three full days of racing at le Petit LeMans. First time I've been out of this flippin' town in what must be ages.
Off I go, hi ho, hi ho . . .
Off I go, hi ho, hi ho . . .
So I hardly write at all anymore, except that I have to finish a scene in 2 hours. My playwright's workshop is today, and of course I've put off finishing this week's scene until now - and I'm not even writing it now! I need more coffee. I need inspiration. The scene takes place in a dive-bar in Arizona . . . Maybe I should...
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Whoa, now . . . Two days in a row? I must have too much time on my hands, and we all know the devil loves idle hands . . . Damn. No time, after all. Gotta work. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again.
Holy crap, it's been almost eight months since I wrote anything in here. 'Course, writing in here is like shouting into an empty barrel, but fuc% it. I'm sitting here procrastinating (I am a licensed pro at this) when I need to be getting ready for work. I don't feel like going to work today, even though this is probably the best job I've had...
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should be writing . . .
well, I guess I am.
WILL WRITE FOR FOOD
well, I guess I am.
WILL WRITE FOR FOOD
I finally added some more stuff about me. You'll still never figure out who I am. Come to think of it, I don't even know who I am. Maybe I'll figure that out today.
2nd journal entry: Will someone go to work for me today? 
1st journal entry: Not much to say, today - just wishin' I didn't have to go away, to work, anyway . . . Urgh. 