So as soon as I finish this bowl of grapenuts I will write this post.
Grapenuts=good; healthy so I can die on my own terms aka wrestling a bear. Here's the plan. 55(age), hopping on the horse, riding up into the canada till I find a bear, and wrestle that som bitch. If I win I come back and head for Africa and a Lion.
Until then stringing along these tiny little pieces of perception into the intangible reality of meaning.
Novel #2 is kicking my ass. Putting too much time in, not enough time for things like sleeping and sex. Another couple of weeks, and its drinky mcmake-out time, until then Greyson's cousins are getting all the attention. Michele is dating the devil, and Rachel is putting the moves on everyone.
Should be sleeping, cause its like 7AM and I haven't seen the bed since like 11AM yesterday.
But no sleep. Was hoping two bowls of grapenuts would do it. Maybe pancakes?
Grapenuts=good; healthy so I can die on my own terms aka wrestling a bear. Here's the plan. 55(age), hopping on the horse, riding up into the canada till I find a bear, and wrestle that som bitch. If I win I come back and head for Africa and a Lion.
Until then stringing along these tiny little pieces of perception into the intangible reality of meaning.
Novel #2 is kicking my ass. Putting too much time in, not enough time for things like sleeping and sex. Another couple of weeks, and its drinky mcmake-out time, until then Greyson's cousins are getting all the attention. Michele is dating the devil, and Rachel is putting the moves on everyone.
Should be sleeping, cause its like 7AM and I haven't seen the bed since like 11AM yesterday.
But no sleep. Was hoping two bowls of grapenuts would do it. Maybe pancakes?