I have very little to say today.
This doesn’t bode well.
I’m supposed to write today.
I’m supposed to write 2,000 words today.
I’m supposed to write 2,000 interesting words today.
It’s not gonna happen.
My brain is as green and fertile as this:
I blame wet pretzels…
because wet pretzels are icky…
and I just ate one for breakfast.
THE END.
Published on October 28, 2013 02:00