We cannot cling to the old dreams anymore

[adrunkensailor]

My neck is disgusting and bruised and covered in (painful) hickeys. It is horrible and tacky. I'm seeing Os Mutantes and the Flaming Lips tomorrow. I got a chapter and a half written while I was at work today; I love being at a slow store. I have to go in at 4:15 tomorrow morning; I hate opening shifts. I think I'm having a miniature panic attack.

Comments

[cunae]

Are you writing a book? I tell you, day by day we are morphing into one another!

[adrunkensailor]

I'm calling it several short stories for now, which I will peice together into one large long story. Books are far too ambitious.