Then the people came to talk me down.

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Writing prompts, schmiting prompts. I just got in from attending my first (but definitely not my last) Literary Death Match. It was much sillier and funnier than I thought it would be, although I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe I was expecting actual death? But there was none of that business. And it is always a treat to see and hear Kirsti read.

Whereas yesterday’s entry was long and thoughtful, today’s is short and dumb. But I did remember to take a photo to share with you.

… not of the fun literary event, no. That would have made sense.

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I can’t decide if I am more bothered by the fact that I impulse-buy lunchmeat at nearly midnight or that I missed one of the any-two-for deals. Get it together, self.

Writing from: Chez Meat, Edinburgh. Listening to: “Memo to Human Resources” by They Might Be Giants.

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