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The wife finished my novel and she didn't like certain things that I know need to be fixed. Her parents (old school grammarians) are reading it, too. They have marks on most pages of dangliing modifiers and misplace prepositions. Of course the wife's initial reaction was incredualilty. Of course this is Sci-Fi so there's got to be some give and take here, but start with the good and end with the bad. I put all of my edits in the computer this morning and now I will do her edits. She really helped tie some things together and get rid of some of the wordiness of it all. She's the third "adult" to read it, other than me, and so far one loved it, one thought it needed work but wasn't bad, and the other person gave me a B-. (Was she trying to be nice?) People ask what I will do with it, and that depends on what people think of it. I feel sorry for the people who have read anything pre-Galley copy #1.

Tonight going to see Meet the Fockers with brother-in-laws girlfriend's parents and in-laws. Won't that be fun? The pizza time. (Carbs!) and some sort of games. Months ago the wife and I decided to spend New Year's Eve at her parent's house. This will be a welcome change to our usual smoking, drinking parties. A few years back we did it at J's house, and her little black roommate played his Rap music loudly in his room all night. Pissed me off. Of course, he was murdered a few years ago so I cannot be that mad at him anymore. So tomorrow is a nice night of fondue, television, games, and that omnipresent Apple ball. No Dick Clark, what a travesty! Can Regis Philbin be any better? No.

Merry 2005. The year I promised I would get a PhD, but here comes my little itty bitty daughter instead. The degree is another year off. As long as people stop making the not so subtle hints to hurry and finish I will be ok. Furthermore, I let two good friends down. I am sorry you two. I was suppose to edit their Comps before Christmas and sheer ran right out of time. Damn me. Sorry.