It’s 6 p.m. I sat down to write a poem at 3:30.
This is what I have accomplished:
- Kill a bag of Andy Capp’s Hot Fries. I love the oven baked crunch.
- Plan a Lord of the Rings themed wedding with my betrothed, Jac Forsyth.
- Drink three adult beverages.
- Listen to two Ray LaMontagne albums.
Oh, the life of a writer. It’s Fred Savage, folks.