Hi Monkeys, back for a bit.

Had some late nights working on this chapter and got a little worn out. Combined with morning meetings on a project that we’re behind on, and I haven’t had much time for anything. Not writing a least a little isn’t good. I’ll keep it up.

Ever have someone text you naked pictures and try continually to get you to text them your own? It sounds silly, but I can understand the potential hotness of it. The problem is that unless the circumstances are mutually hot, it becomes weird and goofy. Also, your dick looks comical in a text message. Boobs, however, do not.

Despite the busyness, I have had excellent training recently, and I feel good. Nothing like a few rounds with someone punching you in the face to relieve whatever background stress you might have. When you’re actually fighting with someone, all the other stuff– work– becomes trivial. The truth is what matters and the truth is the ground and the fist, coming you at you fast. Take care of the truth and everything else will fall into place.

Another late night ahead for me. New research to incorporate into the draft. Coffee ahead. Hope it pours freezing rain outside while I hunker down to get it done.

I haven’t decided what to do for Thanksgiving yet. Home is an option, but I never really enjoy that. I really need to unwind and relax. Maybe I’ll just stay around town.

The problem with vacation now is that, next Friday I leave for a couple weeks on a REAL vacation– of the beachy, sunny, tropical, divy variety. So between now and then maybe I can hack a few more stressful days

Have a great day y’alls, talk soon.

Duck Head