Still wrestling with the nine hundred pound trucker of illness, and losing handily. Now we've added fever to the mix. I am not well. I am not happy. I want to be done with this fast so I can; write, enjoy my family, return to work, make pithy-if-unread statements about society and my place in it on the blog, and generally get on with things.
Some good news on The Last Captain: End of January for word, either negative with notes or "I need some more time to dig deeper."
We shall see. Meanwhile, I shall try and squirm out from under the beast that's beating me down...
The things Griffin Barber thinks about when he's thinking, which is not necessarily often. And they are my thoughts and opinions, not, in any way, those of the Department I work for.
Showing posts with label Nine Hundred Pound Trucker. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
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