A little credit is a dangerous thing. Bly needed to go to the mall. There were things she needed, and she could only get them there. I was, as always, up for an adventure. Did I mention I have a credit card, and my bank recently raised my limit? I feel like I got out […]
How the hell can it be June? I haven’t accomplished anything! Okay, someday I’m going to have to get over that. I haven’t done anything the world has yet noticed. I feel like Aragorn in the Very Secret Diaries (click carefully, not for the puritanical). Day Twelve: Still not published. Day Forty-Two: Words written: 541.