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rejectomorphNo, I haven't finished it. Yes, I'm caught up in the throes of nostalgia. No, I wouldn't call it literature. Yes, I will finish it. No, I don't know when. Yes, I'll try to get it done before Monday morning. No, I can't promise. Yes, I'm getting bored with these excuse posts, too.
But at least I'm getting some work done on it every night-- in between sneezes, mostly. (Plants having spring sex and all that, wasting their pollen on my nose, which can't do them the least bit of good.) And, oh, the caffeine crash! I could have done without that.
I can hardly wait to get back to writing about the weather.
But at least I'm getting some work done on it every night-- in between sneezes, mostly. (Plants having spring sex and all that, wasting their pollen on my nose, which can't do them the least bit of good.) And, oh, the caffeine crash! I could have done without that.
I can hardly wait to get back to writing about the weather.
