The wifey gave me a notebook. It was Father's Day after all, and not all fathers need a wrench or an electric shaver. This a good, if not a great, gift. It is something I would love owning but would not really go out to buy out of my own pocket. Problem though, I have not written anything in ages, not with a pen and paper anyway. Nowadays, those fortunate words that somehow escape the hell that is my mind go directly to digital form.
It seems that this blog will have its physical (and unedited) version now. Please, no drawer diggings.
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