It's another really foggy night here. Russ is home from the hospital and watching shows. I'm preparing to think about writing. Maybe. I'm sure I'm considering it. I'm just not sure how seriously I'm considering it. In fact, this is almost more writing than I've done all day. The only thing that tops it is the regular journal entry.
I'm sure I've gotten goofy somewhere along the line again. Well, better than the angst stuff of the last couple days.
Actually, I'm not going to go write yet. I need to do one more bit of work yet. So this is a false alarm. You can all go back to your real lives again...
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