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breakfast at our regular haunt: we got offered a comped meal for next time. they're always sweet to us.

R's vertigo-space brain has been exasperating these days and I ripped him a new one for being so fucking STOIC all the time and leaving me to guess things. yeah.

Got car paint for the cufflinks, and fighting the grog while I do some foundation work fixing the novel, and getting the story back on track.

SO effing tired tho. Unbeatable grog.

Words call. And tomorrow, prep some stuff to take to the studio this week.