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reckoning

I need to find a schedule that does not involve writing before bed. Because when I write I drink coffee, and when I drink coffee before bed I sleep for like half an hour, then shoot wide awake and spend the rest of the night shivering beneath the covers, convinced that something terrible is happening. Last night I thought I was dying of salmonella. From a hard-boiled egg. Yeah, I know. And today I have a story up in workshop.

My mother (Molly) won an educational award for developing an academic intervention program. From the rooftops, shout it out.

Foot-and-mouth virus suspected in humans, which sounds scary until you understand what unusual circumstances are required for transmission. Tony Blair's spokesman says "My understanding is that (the slaughterman) was moving the decomposing carcass of a cow, when that carcass exploded, and the fluid went into his mouth."

 

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