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One foot after another. Worked on the articles in the morning, went to the dayjob and did dayjob stuff, as well as lining up another possible freelance gig, critting a story and getting in a little more work on the article front. Then I came home, did some chores and made dinner, andouille chicken sausage with apples and shallots, green beans on the side. According to the list I'm supposed to be organizing my '05 receipts now, but I'm just watching Lost instead. Pretty much a typical day in the life. Although sometimes I actually get to work on fiction.

"Are you going to be beat me with your Jesus stick?"