The Curse of Max Medina
OK, not my best showing so far, but I have an oddly Gilmore Girls-related excuse. (No cracks about excuses, Zoran.)
About a month ago, we found an abandoned black kitten in a park during a rainy day, and suckers that we were, we brought him home. Pushed to come up with a name for him, I called him Max Medina. (Actually, I first wanted to call him CatKirk, but that was politely voted down.)
And since then, the little fellow has become something of a terror, especially when compared with our own Max Medina. This morning, the little bundle of joy decided to wake us up at 3 in the morning. Whatever energies I could come up with for the day were quickly expended on the day job, leaving precious little in reserve for the book. Somehow, I just can’t see Scott Cohen behaving the same way, can you?
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