THERE ARE PATTERNS I MUST FOLLOW, JUST AS MUST BREATHE EACH BREATH

Today I reckon I will travel into town, sit down at Costa's, finish The blind assassin and work some more on The creativity of the mess we make. I'm a bit sick and I guess going out Friday night didn't really help, but I need to make time for my writing. Otherwise madness, sadness will happen. And I don't really feel like it. You know, Hooch is crazy as it is, don't need to make it worse!