Lately, my writing has turned labored. Like every sentence that makes
it out of me has suffered through 36 hours of hard labor with no drugs. At the
end of the process, we are both alive and kicking but, ooh, are we filthy and pissed
at the world.
This changes now.
Time to rediscover the carnality back in this relationship!
Until tomorrow (or Saturday, possible travel day tomorrow)…
Chloe
