I’m reading four books simultaneously (&
doing laundry & sipping a lukewarm Sprite).
Life, as they say, is good.
Facebook, however, is taking up too
much damn time! My brother arrives
Wednesday, the place is a mess,
and I’m not going to get an ounce
of sleep tonight. Plus I just
downloaded The Last Guy,
which is not what you’re thinking unless
you happen to be an avid videogamer
(which I’m not—
but zombies in San Francisco?
How can I resist?).
So. That leaves room for a lot of
doubt, right? Right.
That’s a lot of doubt.
By the way, nobody writes at perfect pitch
every single sitting.
Excuse me
while I go back
and adjust the margins.
