That’s been my weather for the last forever… (i.e. five, excruciatingly
long, “Where the crap is the sunshine in the freaking Sunshine State!?” days.)
I don’t do sponge-weather well.
At all.
While my writing is going surprisingly well and speedy, the rest of the
universe seems to be dragging like a dead weight…. up a hill… made of molasses
and gorilla glue.
So, in an act of supreme kindness on my part, I will not keep you here
more than a bloated tic of that ever-infuriating clock.
You’re welcome.
Now, run before the sponge gets you too.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
(SIDE NOTE: This miniscule, scrawny, frankly pitiful post took THIRTY stupid minutes to write!
No further proof of sponginess is required.)
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