April 27, 2010
In this, my first ever batch, I've discovered the risk of trying to play catch-up. You get things out of chronological order. For instance, I ranted about refrigerator repairs on a date that I was actually sitting at the water's edge on the Texas coast. If I'm going to shirk a few days, I have to be a better liar. Sooo, on this date I was still sipping Jameson in Rockport, staring at the water, watching pelicans, and feeding seagulls saltines and cheese. But I'm actually writing this on the 30th, waiting for the refrigerator repairman. It's a flashback.