We signed the final paperwork on the new properties last night. I remain impressed by how little my signature at the beginning of a signing session resembles itself forty repetitions later.
Shannon and I spent tonight drawing floor plans on graph paper. I thought that I was fairly indifferent to my surroundings, preferring to live inside my head, but it turns out that I ignore the walls around me only when I have no control over them. Give me a pencil and an eraser, and suddenly I’m the Tyrant of the Basement.
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