Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Because I am ticked off enough, mean enough, and feeling helpless, I am going to take up the challenge of writing about "that terrible night last September."

Just last night I ordered "Condominium" from master John D. MacDonald.

That will help to get me started.

Quoth the Craven (as Lyman says), "Nevermore."

My daddy wanted me to be a writer.

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