Just the other day someone told me there is a statue of a male guitar player on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.
I set myself 600 words a day as a minimum output, regardless of the weather, my state of mind or if I’m sick or well. There must be 600 finished words-not almost right words.
I have been more sick this past winter than I can ever remember. And frankly, I am sick of it and just want it to be done with.
Back in 1983 my dad and I purchased our first computer. It was and Apple II Clone.
When it comes to fashion I am a total noob. For example, I wear black pants to work. Why? Because black goes with everything so I don’t need to worry about matching. I wear black socks for the exact same reason.
I will be the first (ok maybe second) to admit that I have trouble making eye contact with people. This is not an uncommon problem it would seem, but nonetheless, it bothers me. Why is this an issue?