I’m batting 1.000.
Let me assure you. I’m not at Orioles Fantasy Camp.
I’m in Florida but with my mother.
My perfect record is in Annapolis, thus far.
A work group agreed to amendments on my bill to allow medical practitioners to provide care to homeless youth.
I also learned that the Health and Government Operations Committee will be working on my amendment to the bill protecting professors’ intellectual property. Committees don’t spend time on legislation they expect to kill.
We’re still at the start of the game for both bills, but you can’t score if you don’t get on base.
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When I gave my mother this past week’s diary printout, she pointed out that one of my sentences was incomplete because it lacked a verb.
Error me.
