Like I don't already have enough to do: I have a job that is time-intensive, I have a 13 year-old son who I already feel I don't spend enough time with, and I have a kick-ass girlfriend I'd like to spend more time with. Now, I have to become an assassin in my "spare" time.
There's a rat living in my garage.
I have to hunt down its hiding spaces, block them, remove the little crawlspaces created by the boxes I have stored in there (to say nothing of determining how much of my stuff has been damaged by the thing)--in short, I get to re-configure my whole garage. And my dog used to be SO good at killing these damn things before they ever made it to the garage door . . .
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
