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It's About Time

So...with this post I will be 2 posts away from as many blog posts in January of 2013 as I had in ALL of 2011.

Not sure why this is a benchmark for me. Oh way, yes I am. I am focusing on writing this year. And you poor bastards...er...loyal readers are stuck with the...er..um...get to be a part of the fruits of those labors.

I'm on day 3 of the anti-biotics. And I fucking hate it. I haven't been kickboxing or at a Hap Ki Do class in over a week and I feel lost. It was such a part of a routine and it kind of scares me how quickly I shifted out of it.

Oh, don't worry. I'm going to go back...Monday for sure...possibly Sunday.  Test run on the treadmill tomorrow morning to make sure that the coughing won't do me in.

Annnnnnd, yeah. Where are we going from here?

OH...I got word of a new short film project that I'm excited about. It's actually for a friend's wedding reception, but we're treating it like an actual short movie. It should be a blast and it will be a chance for me to give the HS20EXR (I misspoke in yesterday's blog), a run through for it's HD capability.

I have to say that I'm pumped about it. Think Spinal Tap Meets My Big Fat Greek Docudrama kinda thang.

and with that, I take leave. I'm tired and I've run out of things to say.

at least for now.

-ATS

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