Progress Notes, Redux
I came home last night with a crashing headache. Took three Tylenol, ate a bunch of Thai food and put myself into a little food-induced coma.
I was asleep at 8 P.M.
I left Marcia to handle the wild boys, who were bouncing around the house in their Spongebob underpants, showing off their "sweet dance moves" to the melodious strains of Aerosmith's "Eat the Rich."
Don't ask.
The good news is that my headache is gone. The bad news is that now I am wide awake.
More good news: the title poem of my new manuscript is very close to being finished.
I was asleep at 8 P.M.
I left Marcia to handle the wild boys, who were bouncing around the house in their Spongebob underpants, showing off their "sweet dance moves" to the melodious strains of Aerosmith's "Eat the Rich."
Don't ask.
The good news is that my headache is gone. The bad news is that now I am wide awake.
More good news: the title poem of my new manuscript is very close to being finished.
posted by greg rappleye at 2:41 AM
2 Comments:
omg, you made me laugh so hard with that bit about the boys!
I have no good reason to be up at this hour.
I've had a lot of headaches, too. I think it's sinuses. Indiana is horrible for that stuff.
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