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For my part, I have assumed the quiet life. Occasional ventures out into the thorny Atlanta nightlife--a city which I am thoroughly soured on, truth be told--but more likely to be found reading and researching my Great American Novel. (Gah! It EVEN sounds pretentious, doesn't it?) Aside from trips to New Orleans, San Francisco, Austin, and Los Angeles, I do nothing but potter around the house and murmur things like, "But I know I didn't leave that on" or "Why has Mr. Wiggledy have no nose?"
I really have missed you all. Perhaps, come post New Year's, I can do something about that.
p.s. Mirror, the coffee house in question joined forces with Criminal Records in order to become the first "hip" place in Atlanta proper that sells music, comics, and coffee. |
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