Monday, August 21

A stitch in time saves mine.

I had brunch with my Rabbi today, and talked about writing. Turns'll never guess it...he plays the banjo! Holy Frijoles. I am walking in the path of my ancestors. Truly, the Macabees were the baddest clawhammerin' bastards on this side of the Dead Sea.

I'm having my stitches out today.

And then I am going to continue the job search. Woo!

Score one for God.

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