Let’s put it this way, I had a great fucking day at work, am nearly finished with Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk which was lent to me by my darling (yes I now have, and call her, a darling), just got home from a splendid fucking coffee / croque madame combo at some place and I’m not going to lie to you because I’m just not in the lying mood as if I’m ever. I don’t feel like writing right this instant, I’ve felt so damn ambitious the past few days that I feel if my prominent efforts are wasted anymore tonight I’ll be a god damned rock tomorrow sitting in a desk chair looking at a screen.