So getting up late is kinda par for the course for the unemployed... right?
Oh blaaaddy hell! I 'ope I ain't the only one!
So now we need to get Up And Atom! as my friend Radioactive Man might say (Simpsons?
Smiles all round!
Am I right? Or am I right?
Jesus! Time for some dang coffee.
So today's mission (and forever more) was to be awake from normal-o-clock 'til bedtime when I can curl up with a good
Morning time goes like so - Something creative, a short story! I need to get back in the habit of writing (righting wrongs? perhaps. Writing "wrong"? also perhaps).
This is also filed under creative writing, but a tad more casual and with less adherence to the laws of grammar. You guys'll let me off right? Who am I kidding, I'm mostly typing to myself and a shy browser who stumbles in here like a housewife into a dirty sado-masochism laden sex shop.
End-game? She soon becomes a valued patron of the upstanding store that offers value for money.
It takes all sorts to make a world. Judge away.
Applied for a job a t'cinema too just so you know.
Morning was productive and then I needed to clear my head - cut it open, spill out the contents and paint the road with it - so I went for a walk.
One walk, one aggressively competitive game of Monopopopoly, and here we are. Night Night!
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