Going to spend some time working on the unfortunate and disturbing case of Miss Sadie Valentino and then I'm going to do my Technical writing homework. We had to write these ridiculous "bad news" memos and print them out, then swap them with someone to go through and evaluate. I got partnered up with some guy named Kyle Somethingorother. The sun's out, a brilliant blue, there's Underworld in the speakers and my head's doped up with tylenol and mucus.
I want to write nonsense poems and fill up the life of Sadie Valentino! I want to write stories and more stories about people who don't exist and probably shouldn't because it would just be too hard on the rest of us.
I'm going to go stare at Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera until my invisible pineal gland bleeds---