11.02.08
Knuckle Up
So, a fifteen-grand-word weekend. Not a bad start, if I say so myself. Of course now my hands feel like they’ve been stomped on repeatedly by the Incredible Hulk. While he was wearing golf cleats. Do they even make cleats in his size? If they do, they fell on my hands.
So I’m calling it a night fairly early; I got to bed late last night, the time change has screwed my time sense up beyond all salvation, and I want nothing more right now than to collapse into my warm comforting bed. So yeah.
I might just be able to swing daily blog posts this month, too. Don’t count on it, but I’ll do my best.