This January 23^rd Co'C draft post looked so good, I decided to show it the light of day.
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Alright, I really have to get to a game. Ballplayers come in and buy stuff from me all the time - the least I can do is return the favor, eh?

I guess I'm getting to the age where my friends start talking a little more about their embarrassing-sounding health problems online. It seems like everyone's going through stuff I can do without.

I picked up the Milkmaid from the airport last night; she was in Connecticut for four days at a cousin's wedding. I worked so much that I almost didn't have time to miss her, but it was starting to feel lonely at the end there.

Coffee, that is. Orange juice is much better for you, but don't let that distract you from your addiction.

Orange juice, that is. Coffee machine is for addicts.

Last night I was careful to keep my music down for about an hour and a half so I didn't wake the Milkmaid. Then I remembered that she's in Connecticut. I might have a problem.

The Milkmaid is gone as of last night for four days (which didn't dawn on me until about four hours before I had to take her to the airport...I'm occasionally poor with dates...). I look forward to finding out which little things I forget to do to keep operations running smoothly.

I'm off work, I'm dead in Werewolf and I'm pretty well caught up in the work I have to do for the iPad app. I'll take suggestions for my day, I guess.

The apartment above us is corporately owned and only occupied about three months out of the year. The guy is here now, and he may as well be tap dancing in combat boots. These walls are so thin I expect his leg to come crashing through my ceiling one of these days.