My house smells like vomit right now 'cause literally ALL of my dishes are dirty and piled in or around the sink. Gross, I know. I should probably do something about it, but I'm pooped from sitting on my ass for eight hours. The funny thing about my new job is that somehow, even though I spend all day writing, I come home and want to write some more. I've even written a few poems and started a short story.
Today's a short blog day, though. I think I'm going to go to sleep in the next hour. Who's gonna come sing me a lullaby?
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