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I have cooked barbequed chicken very many times. Why is it, tonight, that I decide to blacken it? Well, it's not really burned. It's just cooked like is done on a grill. It was a good, hot meal even if there was a little twang to it;) Yesterday I borrowed a copy of "Confessions of a Shopaholic" and read it. Yes, all in one day. It read fast and was enjoyable. I also re-read another section of Goliath. This one's going slower than Thousandth Man because I'm trying to retain a good summary to save on my zine list. That way, I'll know what the stories are actually about when I want to re-read one of them. Tonight I'm supposed to watch a video for a television pilot study. Maybe I can do it really fast and get back to reading slash. I worked on some more of the zine's edits Sunday night and Monday morning. It's working really well. I'm getting a clearer picture of what Hutch was intending as I worked over it again. But there was one sentence where I had absolutely no clue what he was intending, so I re-wrote it. I gave him the chance to explain, he declined, so I told it my own self. I'm not quite sure how he's taking it. |
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