It's been a very busy week at work. All the families who care are coming in with summer reading lists and I've been rooking in victims children for the summer reading club left right and sideways. Also trying to entice them to try to win a bicycle or Red Sox tickets. I've been coming home without enough braincells to deal with my flist, much less write anything. And I've got at least one piece that I've got to finish, which is looming like an insuperable barrier between me and everything else.
It's written, all that's left is one big revision session. I can do this. I can. Really.
Yeah, and there's a bridge I can sell you in Brooklyn too...
*wanders off to play solitaire again*
It's written, all that's left is one big revision session. I can do this. I can. Really.
Yeah, and there's a bridge I can sell you in Brooklyn too...
*wanders off to play solitaire again*