I am offering to erase my signature from signed books @ 92nd Street New York.
Trusted wife say she was not expecting "book chat" in the middle of love making ordeal.
Water from sky turns out to be common phenomenon called "the devils dishwater". Wife confirms I'm not dead, just usual self. All is well.
TSA scans me, misses axe, but dentist spots a cracked molar.
I feel sorry for followers that just joined.
I'm trying to think up an abbr.(!) for my book "An object of beauty." AOB could be mistaken for typo AOL. Putting on my thinking cup.
These white wine bar lifts really work. I"m getting really ripped.
I'm so tired of being tired that I'm going to bed now, so I might be alert tomorrow about how tired I am.
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