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Not quite a lie, not quite a loss.

I wrote on my litty blog earlier that I've a real need to get some writin' done today/this week. Well, no luck so far and not likely to have much better before work, but still. I'm off at 8 tonight so it shouldn't be too hard to fiddle about with something.

It's good though, whether I actually get to write or not,--this itching to write. I think it ups my chances of actually doing some, frankly.

So no matter what I think this'll still turn out well, man. Maybe even some kind of win.


Oh, I mentioned in that post a new project I'm seriously considering: Parker and I may start collaborating on a comic book together. Basically about us because we're raging cartoon characters/cool kids, and all the world should be able to experience it. Yeah, something like that.

But I think it could be fun. We've already got about 3 ideas ready to be developed. I'll let y'all know what comes of it.

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