I really want to write. If I just let go and started typing right now, I'd probably have 1500 words before dinner, and it would probably be cathartic. But putting those words here would be ill-advised, because it's about the crap at work.
I don't have any more flower pictures, and the kitchen pretty much looks like it did last night. In short: no filler, and and if I can't write anything nice, I'd better not write anything at all.
Aurgh.
Here's what's going through my head right now:
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly
I promise I'm not out to kill a king.
Posted by Nic at May 24, 2005 05:32 PM