"A best-seller is the golden touch of mediocre talent." That's what I'll tell myself anyway if my book ever gets published and no one buys it but my mother.
I am swamped. I have nothing to report anyway, other than the fact that somebody told me I look like a dad from the fifties with my glasses, new haircut, and new shirt. I guess I either need to go water the grass by hand now or have my usual three martini lunch.
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