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Sleeping, Sleeping, Sleeping I took a look at my guest book this morning at the office and noticed Ron Goulart, one of the authors on my 100 favorite 
books list,
had posted a question and the title of his most recent work, Groucho Marks,
Private Eye "Also funny", certainly more recent than The Panchronicon
Plot that I have listed, published in 1977. That's fair. I ordered both
of his Groucho Marx books from Amazon.com this morning. (There's an earlier
work, Groucho Marks, Master Detective) The least I could do, although
I wonder how he found my book page at all. Maybe I should add a counter.
Shit, maybe I should finish the page, I think I'm still about a dozen books
short of a hundred.
The mouth gets better. The nerves are starting to reconnect and the mouth and the nose and the areas under the eyes are tingling. Sections inside the mouth are beginning to feel like sections inside my mouth again instead of some hard cast piece of rubber. Less like a beak, more like a mouth. And I'm sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. |
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