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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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EZ had a post operation check-up today in Sugar Land, so I knew I wouldn't get much sleep last night. I finally fell asleep around 5 AM. The alarms were set for 11, 11:30, and noon. One of them was bound to wake me up, I figured, but it was actually the ringing phone that woke me up this morning at ten. Ten! It was a prime example of why I don't like having a phone. I answered, and heard a voice informing me that she worked for the vet in Sugar Land. I had no idea they made wake-up calls, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered setting the alarms. Dr. Bubenik was going to be in surgery at 1 PM, which was when EZ's appointment was originally scheduled, so the voice asked if I would mind coming in at 3 PM, instead? Why, no, I didn't mind. In fact, I'd originally asked if I could have the last appointment possible and begged for a 3 or 4 PM appointment. Grrrrrr.

After I disconnected the call, I said, "Where's Rex?" He ran up the stairs, jumped into bed with me, and we napped together for another hour. Then I ate oatmeal, which made me think of Mark G. Harris. After catching up on episodes of Lost online, EZ and I left for Sugar Land. At the vet, she was given a clean bill of health, had some staples removed, and was given a new bright, orange cast. Now she can safely go hunting. On the way home I was treated to the horrific joy of driving on 59 at rush hour in a rain storm.

Now I need to clean my apartment and read/proofread a certain famous author's really big manuscript in two days.

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