Tuesday, December 08, 2009

I got home last night at almost 3 a.m., feeling pretty beat up. The Corporal record is ready to mix. 9 days of work over a year and a half. Traci woke up and we had burnt cookies and rye in bed. No matter how bad I was feeling, I did not stray from the satisfying pull of absolute gravity. Beneath any bruises and overworked nerves, there is the satisfaction of knowing.

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