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Hello and welcome, friend! My name is Jim and this is my blog, constructed entirely of dreams and opinions. My lawyer said that a disclaimer would be a good idea, but he didn't include any jokes to go with it. Damned if I can think of any either.
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Pat Passed Away

I wrote and watercolor-illustrated a little book about my Mom passing away.
Download it for free and consider a donation to her favorite charity, the
Revlon Run Walk for women.
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None of this would be possible without my friend Chris and his
hosting business, iThought.org. Thank you!
on a new years day
My street is the quietest I have ever heard it. Its very cold outside.
I missed the daytime entirely by alternately sleeping, talking on the phone in bed, and vomiting. Right now my sheets are in the dryer. I guess I had fun… who can say?
I am ready to climb forth from my epic holiday slack and start the long train up to my ironman race. Not exercising and eating like shit has made me restless, bored, and feeling pretty crappy all round. I have no idea how I ever lived like this full time. I feel insane and fidgety.
I am supposed to appear on TV in a little over a week with an artist whose material I haven’t learned yet.
I’ve only been awake for about five hours and I intend to go to bed soon.
That’s what’s up with me.