So, all the roommates are out of town this weekend. Which means I have a gigantic apartment to myself.
I took a nap until about 8pm (riveting stuff, huh?) so now I'm wide-freakin'-awake, blasting Kasabian from my laptop and dancing around the front room.
I suppose I should write, instead of completely fucking this energy off.
I took a nap until about 8pm (riveting stuff, huh?) so now I'm wide-freakin'-awake, blasting Kasabian from my laptop and dancing around the front room.
I suppose I should write, instead of completely fucking this energy off.
That story might be a little part of a book I've been asked to write about my life.
I have story ideas, but haven't written them down.
Today, I need to get my column written and out the door.