A series of stairs and elevators parade and slide me into and out of my day...after day...after day, and from February 5, 2009 to February 5, 2010, I've learned...
Title means book.
Advance means $$$$.
That there are clues. 39 of them. And everyone in the world wants to know them.
That this guy puts my rent check in my landlord's slot, with a magical wave of his wand.
That you can be 27 and write amazing books.
I can write 45 emails in one hour.
If you stare at a screen for too long, your mind/soul/creative juices go blank.
That the food is delectable in Italy and the efficiency is incredible in Germany.
That the art in a picture book can be just as stunning as the words.
That liquids are essential: coffee in the morning, water throughout, and wine afterwards.
That I am a human chess piece.
That employment means security, contact lenses, education, satisfaction...
...but it is binding, taxing, at times degrading, and has bogarted my sense of freedom.
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