We did finally return the toad to class, but he'd escaped and fallen in with some bad toads on Broadway. He now has his eyebrow pierced.

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We went down to Jeff's place last night for a barbecue. Gardner read to us The Most Ludicrous Sex Scene on the planet--from a story that had actually been submitted. It was truly ludicrous, and I will never be able to look at tapioca pudding the same way again.

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Well, I'm wimping out some. I was really planning on doing two more stories--one for today and one for next wednesday. As the week progressed and ideas failed to leap upon me I decided I'd do a short-short for today. Well, yesterday six stories were turned in for critique, we had the barbecue, and I still had no firm idea of what I wanted to write, so I decided I'd slack off some and just turn one in next week. So this will mean that I'll leave here with 8 stories written, an output that I have a hard time being ashamed of. And about half of them don't suck.

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And my divorce becomes final today.

Sigh.