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Finished up the story I started on Sunday (it’s titled “Galacic Stress,” and thanks again to Elise for that) at the coffee shop tonight, and sent it out for a real quick critique. It’ll go in the mail tomorrow.
Went to dinner afterwards with Jay, Karen, and Carole, where I managed to emit three witticisms in quick succession that literally left Jay speechless. He immediately blogged the first one, right there at the table, and the third one was “Did I make milk come out your nose? You aren’t even drinking milk, are you?”
None of us can remember what the second one was. But it was a good’un.