I am starting now preparations on my manuscript for Narrow House.  Thanks Narrow House, I'm looking forward to it.
I am starting now preparations on 1818 Gallery, paying special consideration to lighting.
Dear Reader: when you show up the the Literary Salon tomorrow, I hope you marvel at the lighting.
I am starting now to feel sticky on my hands.  I am rolling up a leg to bike.
I am charging now the telephone. 
Today I saw a bus.  On the screen that ought to have indicated what number it was and where it was going, it said EMERGENCY CALL POLICE CALL 911.  I called the crap out of 911.  Interesting!  I was interested.
I believe the bus was the 10.  I believe it was the 10 bus to PARADISE.  I am not kidding.
I believe the bus that broadcasted EMERGENCY was the bus that otherwise would have been going to PARADISE.
This is something I can go on and on about.
I started to go on and on about it.
I am starting to look forward to the arrival of Blake Butler, of Daniel Trask.
My interest is piquant.
I put three beers in the crisper.
 
 
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