I had a meeting this morning with my boss. Whom I've met four times. In two years. That's how it is when you're an international spy. Not a lot of face time.
I'm assuming. I'm only an international spy if someone somewhere has cake. If you have cake and you're reading this right now, don't look but I'm under your futon. Shhhhhh. Just go to sleep.
Two years ago I signed a contract with a local publishing company to write a book, and after a lot of organizing and research and chasing interviewees, it looks like that book is actually going to get written.
And that's all I can say because I've had this website for almost eight years and I think the "don't talk shit about work" lesson might have finally taken hold.
35% of it, anyway.
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Oh. So that's where the cake went.
Thanks for clearing that up.
Mmmm, cake. You could post a cake recipe a day and I'd be very happy. Also, please share your cake-spying techniques.
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