As I mentioned in a previous post, I've been writing. A lot.
When I'm not writing* I have a tendency to imagine other things I could be doing. Because I am a nerd, this usually involves things like trying to remember that totally funny thing I meant to Twitter or emailing Will to ask him if he remembers that totally funny thing I meant to Twitter or creating new blogs about things Daisy says or other brilliant ideas that are so awesome I can't write them down here because someone may steal them spawning a million-dollar industry or wondering if telling that gangbang story at that meeting with that agent was a mistake because even though I've never been a part of a gangbang or seen a gangbang you have to call it a gangbang story because there was this one time my husband told me this story about this party he went to and a gangbang broke out doesn't have the same ring to it.
I don't think to shut off my brain. I drink to slow it down.
*Which means I'm eating, sleeping or peeing.**
** I don't poop. I am a delicate female flower.***
***That's a lie.****
****The not pooping part, I mean. I am a delicate female flower, you assholes.*****
*****You're not really assholes.******
******Wouldn't an asterisk blog of postscripts be awesome? Don't steal that and make a million dollars, you assholes.*******
*******You know I didn't mean that.********
********I meant the asshole part.
