We did an hour on the treadmill yesterday. Let's keep cranking out those endorphins. Yes ma'am, nothing says don't notice me like the Lycra booty shorts and pink halter top with a plunging neckline. So sorry. And thanks!
We actually worked on three different scenes in The New American Order yesterday. We'll try to complete them today. We've got some good nuclear ju-ju. [You really like saying 'nuclear ju-ju', don't you?-Ed] I do. I really do.
Slowly, World War 1990: The Weser's algorithm is building. The book is threatening to crack the top 100 of its Amazon category.
What I'm doing: trying to think of an idea for my NY Mets writing gig.
What I'd like to be doing: writeups on the state of things for my KGB handler. Sadly we think that gig's gone for good.
These are the dog days of August.
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