Greetings from 2004
It's March 23, 2004. Yo. Tomorrow morning I leave for Chicago, with my dog. We're attending the AWP conference, then visiting with some songbird friends.
I lost my enthusiasm for this project, I'm afraid. I'm just not secure enough to write unabashed when people are reading it. Ha ha ha. That, or I just don't konw what I want to write, and that is a shame.
Here's a story for you:
Once upon a time, a cat lie curled at the elbow of a fast typist, a dog woofed to the right, and a man on PBS talked of the many lacking nutrients responsible for depression, but the solution was too complicated to be followed and this made the fast typist depressed.
The end.
I lost my enthusiasm for this project, I'm afraid. I'm just not secure enough to write unabashed when people are reading it. Ha ha ha. That, or I just don't konw what I want to write, and that is a shame.
Here's a story for you:
Once upon a time, a cat lie curled at the elbow of a fast typist, a dog woofed to the right, and a man on PBS talked of the many lacking nutrients responsible for depression, but the solution was too complicated to be followed and this made the fast typist depressed.
The end.
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