A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Eighty-Nine

We went out to celebrate my Mother's birthday tonight. If I am honest, the dinner was mediocre, but I believe that Mom had a good time, which is probably the most important thing.  I am feeling pretty tired at the moment and I have to be at the gym early tomorrow morning, so I think I am going to keep this on the short side.  

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