Writing. I’m in the library. The shades are drawn. It’s a beautiful day and I’m ready to write.
I’ve got my Robert Altman: The Oral Biography by
Mitchell Zuckoff with me. I have some
overpriced tea from the coffee place downstairs served to me by the cutest
little barista ever. So that alone is
worth the extra charge.
I’m getting sleepy. Maybe this tea will help.
It’s too hot. I hope I don’t fall asleep.
I also have the fake glasses
I wear when I want to appear to be smart.
Wrote some. That’s good.
ROTFL! Why is this so true? I submit the following, also: "The cursor is blinking at me. It mocks me." *type type type delete*
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