My summer has somehow gone from (a month ago) oh, I’ll just laze around the park and read books all summer to sorry, I’m out of town every other week and hey what should I do when I’m in Paris? and man, so many things to write and a big project in the works … but you know, obviously, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Vacays are for the birds.
Anyhow, if you need me, I’ll be at the coffeeshop down the street typing, or somewhere entirely out of state/country (beginning with a quick trip to Ontario next week). God was good to let us invent MacBook Airs.
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