so, things are moving along, i suppose.
tracy’s back a week with james then enroute to kabul. dinner with them all last night. if a good night of being grownup means drinking bourbon with your daddy, relaxing in the sauna, and to bed at a decent hour, i like being grownup.
several weeks more of microsoftfuckyword and then no more. no more, ok?
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