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March 2017



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my bald Lithuanian fishboy loves me and wants me to be happy.

7:00 am Tuesday morning: resuming service.

words since 12:00 AM Monday: 4303
sleep since 6:30 AM Sunday: 9 hours
hours in deathmarch so far: 19
pages written: 23
pots coffee: 1
large mugs salabat: 1
pots tisane: 1 (licorice spice)
pots tea: 1 (black dragonfruit)
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 1 (flax oil, borage oil, assorted vitamins)
food: pretzel rod, sticky rice with soy sauce, cheese and rosemary crackers, mushroom chicken steamed bun, olives marinated in bay, greek yogurt, cherries, two persimmons with lemon juice, 3 cubes of crystallized ginger; a big bowl of fortified whole-grain angelhair pasta with cheese, a glass of grapefruit/cranberry juice,
alcohol: 3 shots of bourbon

Oh man. It took me forever to unwind enough last night to drop off, but sleep is of the good.

Today, we finish the novel. Or die trying.


GO Bear GO

A drinking poem for Bear's novel-writing march:

This bear drinks a pot of coffee

a mug of salabat

a pot of tisane

three shots of bourbon

and dragonfruit tea

Go Bear Go!

Re: GO Bear GO


Also, you have just turned me into an OK GO fan.
writing the end would suck so much less if it were true.

Wow. 4303! The new magic number. You inspired me to write mroe last night than I usually do. But then I got to reading about how James Cameron think she found Jesus' tomb and it al went downhill from there. I read Carnival before bed. Twas all good.

Now, do I go to yoga or do I go home, eat and write?

Exercise makes you smarter. SCIENTIFIC FACK.
Yeah, but see, I just got some sauteed spinach and feta and I think I could make a really bitchin' omellette. That would help me write better.

Can you tell I like my food more than yoga? And the odd thing is I'm a yoga teacher, too. Weird.
Okay, so I chose yoga over the omelette. Now, i I can get enough strength into my arms to lift a skillet and spatulae, I can still make the omelette.

My wife teaches some mean yoga.
This is so very entertaining. And a tad bit inspiring. And what is a deathmarch without bourbon?

So say we all.

He does, he does! ;D