Dat Two
Hundred and Thirty-Three: Dreaming of
Bow
I can’t think of anything to write. I’m slow on the creativity this week. Last week I wrote fifteen pages of a play,
this week I’ve edited a letter and read a lot.
I guess reading is better than nothing, but it would’ve been nice to
write a bit. And I write these, but
today I’ve gone dry. I’m going on a
short sleepaway tomorrow downtown with Ceara for a comediy show and fancy
ladies night, and so… I think I need a little break, again, every once in a
while, from writing every day. It’s good
to keep thinking when these even if I’m not writing them every single day. So, I’ll write another Friday, but for now I
need to just take a minute…
TO DANCE
Just
kidding, I’d really like to write more and I’m so sorry this is not good. I just don’t know what to say.
x
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