'S a lovely day in Berkeley. I did the 8:30 yoga class at the Y this morning. Then I walked home slowly, didn't feel like browsing in shops this time, ended up having a tuna sandwich at the Bakeshop at 11, an earlier lunch'n usual.
Now what? I've caught up on the political blogs (look, indict Rove already, 'K? &, Democrats, put on your ass kickin' boots and do some ass kickin'!)
I spoze I could do some chores. I could do some writing. This doesn't count as writing, does it?
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