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This Is 2009!

Well what do you know! The Ravens won their first Playoff game in wonderfully warm Miami! It was almost 80 degrees! Also I jailbroke my iPhone the other day and I've been playing with it ever since. Red-faced, I have to say I didn't think much about writing or querying these past five days off.

I paid my gym membership over the weekend. Something that's becoming habit is my increasingly disturbing anti-social behavior. With Winter here I am perpetually sick, and I'm hoping that the gym will be good for me. I'm assuming I'm offically "depressed."

Did I mention that the weather in Miami is nearing 80 degrees?! Wow, heaven... I really need to live in a warmer climate.

I hate using the D word, but there may be no other explanation for it. Nothing keeps me happy. I am doing the same thing every day, i.e. I wake up and watch TV, I eat, and I've become vaguely sedentary, which I may or may not have listed in earlier posts. Sedentary. That's my great adjective for 2008.

Successful. That's what I hope will be my great adjective for 2009.

Tonight I'm heading to Chili's with T for lots of Dos Equis and chips and salsa. Maybe I can find happiness in beer again! Talk to you soon.

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  1. Hey Mr Writer,

    Did you know to be a writer you need to do something so simple as putting pen to paper....

    or maybe hit a few keys...

    I shall give you a day or two and if I don't see any sign of you writing I shall stop calling you Mr Writer and just call you, Mister Elton ;-)

    Bye for now,

    Annie

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