The first official night of my living in the condo, we were quite productive. We cleaned up the demo area, threw all the scrap wood out the window (either into the dumpster or at the nice neighbor-man who smiled and cheered us on.) This is where we got REALLY productive. We trawled for a new camera for Karen. We drank imported beer. We watched television. We reheated pizza. We downloaded music. We read the Times Magazine. What we neglected to do, however, was the Spanish homework that is due tonight.
Surviving September - There’s something about September that wants to eat you. I wrote that years ago and it’s still just as true today. In fact, every September for years and ...
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