In a never-evolving pattern I am feeling swamped due to the pressures of the semester catching up to me, and a big change lingering on the immediate horizon. I am late on writing and I hate that feeling. My editor definitely hates that feeling, so I need to get write and fast. It isn’t coming as fast as I’d like…
Oh to be a kid again and the only problems and aggravations be the internet and whether or not my dad will let me watch the game instead of bogarting the remote… Yes, I do that, but only when the Giants are involved. I gotta say, 5-1 is a pleasantness I can get with.