Drifting in and out of dopiness and pain–I don’t know which is worse. I’ve not been writing but finally buckled under and begged my best friend Nancy to read the last two short stories I’ve been working on since I don’t feel one can always be so cocksure of one’s own story and particularly not in my state of mind right now.
We interrupt this post to bring you the following: She wasn’t impressed.
I think I’ll just ease on back to a trance-like dopiness.
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