Saturday, October 12, 2019


Just a rough spell. I have some stuff lined up. Before 2050 at least. An LP of Ernest Hemingway talking about things? You got it. Life gets in the way sometimes. Or most of the time. Edit: After editing some posts to fix some obvious drink-addled syntax, I realize how much I miss writing this stuff. Hopefully the next apartment I rent will be stress-free and I can concentrate on everything I want to do.