A tawdry list of excuses I could throw at your feet. Alas, they’d all be terribly boring and lend nothing to the writing milieu.
I could employ my rather fearful imagination and deliver to you a tale of wondrous woe. 67 more words
I wake up at seven thinking it’s eight (apparently I accidentally changed the time up an hour) and head downstairs to watch Cutthroat Kitchen. After that I watch Married with Children. 533 more words