Marching into April
Let me welcome you to April. Her showers deliver flowers. I always get April and May mixed up-have all my life. I have to count from memory to get the right month-January, February, March, APRIL, then MAY.
Let me welcome you to April. Her showers deliver flowers. I always get April and May mixed up-have all my life. I have to count from memory to get the right month-January, February, March, APRIL, then MAY.
And here we are, pandering to corporate capriciousness.
I edited yesterday. I got up and edited today. But the difference today is I did not go to a party tonight, and I did not chitchat and I am not going to fall asleep in front of the 11pm news on TV.
I edited yesterday. I got up and edited today.
I think my title for tonight might be a lot bigger and more interesting than what I write.
I am the walking wounded. I started scripting at the desk at 8:30 and just got in now at 10:15. I had to work at City today that is so inconsequential that’s all I have to say about it, a job I am so thankful for, but wish I didn’t have this week, but once [...]
