Sunday, November 1, 2009

Now that I'm done

I no longer remember why I started this. It seems exquisitely pointless, but maybe that's my post-Halloween hangover talking.

I feel a delicate sense of loss, of disappointment. Maybe I'll miss the cheeseburgers.

All I want to do today is eat fried chicken and broccoli, drink a little bourbon, and write until I'm done.

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