Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I have many poems in a manila envelope to give to Rebecca. It is a manuscript. My manuscript. I think I will bake some potatoes for dinner. The sodden weather calls for baking.
Last time I baked potatoes, one exploded with a soft *blam* and potato guts all over the oven.
I got in the hot tub with a rain hat on. I looked snazzy.
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