in the Bubble Galaxy. I guess it’s
just something to do every minute
through next week. That’s my
problem. Just trying to get it out.
It hardly ever works. It probably
won’t work this time. Whatever
happens that’s big around here
certainly has me touchy. First
it pissed me off. Fighting over
nothing. Another fight about
nothing. Okay, we don’t fight.
What’s healthy is writing fast.
That must be what has me
all misting up.
