pumascissors

Got pimped into going to the mall. On a Saturday. Stood around for an hour and a half while Mike was getting his hair cut. And it was raining like a sumbitch too. Got back to the car and the baby started crying. Would not stop. So I kind of hated the world for a minute or two. God I loathe the mall.

Working on the outline. It's making more and more sense. And that's a good thing. I'm actually putting some dialogue down on paper. It's harder to write with no plot. And I've damn near got it figured out. It's complicated. And I'm an imbecile. Not a productive combo.