Tomorrow I fly before dawn to the land of my birth, an enchanting place that leaves its mark and does not leave quietly from within. You'll pry it from my cold, dead...
Oddly, I think we will not be having a Thanksgiving dinner. It shouldn't bother me, as I don't particularly like turkey; but stuffing, gravy, mashed po's and punkin pie are foods the Gods dream of, as do I.
I will spend some time just relaxing, but the sinking feeling that I am on the verge of failing contracts is worrisome and I already feel defeated by it.
What materials to bring, what to bring. Not mr. computter, that is certainly clear.
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I just started a golf town blog
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