On Saturday after lunch, I had to transfer all the beer that we bought on Friday night from the trunk of my car to the fridge in the room. I found that my smallish fridge couldn't bear the brunt of the quantity.

Luckily, it had been so cold on Friday night that the beers were still cold.

So I had a twelve pack of beer that I walked down the the convention center. I saw Blaine outside and he said "are you going to start now?" and I told him "yes, and so are you."


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."