The Baltimore saga continues here and here.
Someone from a community offered their couch but I hate to impose especially since if I don’t know them very well.
Aw, that’s sweet. He hates to impose on strangers. Yet, he felt entitled to impose on Michelle to be his personal chauffeur.
The pain was starting to come to my back again — the arthritis is something that really keeps me from doing a lot. There are a few saying I use this as an excuse but if they knew how it happened they would understand.
Back in 2003, when he was only 26, he had arthritis? I assume he means osteoarthritis, instead of rheumatoid arthritis. That’s a bit unusual for a 26 year old who hasn’t been in a really bad accident.
. . . sometimes I would need to take some Tylenol PM just so I could go without the pain for once.
If OTC Tylenol PM does the trick for Mr. Pacione, he isn’t in much pain. He’s such a wuss.
I’ll have to make the trip to the library to print out the narrative I am going to be reading on the morning show, and as I have that picked out I am writing one exclusive for the community, Awake By Night. It is titled Tundra Sands . . .
Tundra Sands was the one about finding the Titanic in the desert sands of permafrost. The idea of having to go to the library to use a printer is equally hilarious.
The narrative as I am typing this is going to be a strange one indeed . . .
They all are.
Though I have this notion the moment I get back from this trip to Maryland I am going to be coming up with a lot as far as the drawing goes.
Evidently, that wasn’t the case.
I had been playing around with the digital camera that I picked up on Christmas Eve. I am going to have to pick up a memory card . . .
Things don’t change much over the years. He wrote that in 2003, and was complaining about the same thing just a few weeks ago.
. . . I am just shocked that I am actually invited to appear on the morning show.
So am I. The person who extended the invitation obviously hadn’t heard his voice.
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