I have a headache. And I am tired. I have been writing. Thanks to my gorgeous friend Bec, who is magical, god (sometimes), and my newfound Muse, I have more or less finished the Gluttony poem, which is infinitely better for her input.
I am tired. And I have a headache.
I am going to bed instead of writing anymore.
PS - writing a story atm about a dude who goes insane. It's coming along nicely, thank-you. I have written the beginning, and the end, so I merely need to fill in the blanks.
Have a great weekend. Blake.
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