Having no regular computer access at the moment, I’m all backed up with stories and words and stuff, and it’s making me sad.
My dreams are off the scale too.
It’s probably going to be two or three weeks ’til I get a new pc/mac/whatever and in the meantime I’ll just jot things down in a real notebook. Got two or three nice little moleskines and a big old black page-per-day diary. But they don’t upload so easy.
Anyhow, that’s my mouth, up on the right, looking all moody and unshaven and down and stuff.