nursin' the noggin'

status check - desiring drugs
background ambiance - a marching band in my head

beth was telling me yesterday about a strip from "shoe" that referred to a writer lamenting the writer contractions - "they're only two minutes apart!"

well, today i obviously have my story ready to crack through my skull and onto the page because my head is throbbing. the right side hurts, which obviously means it will be a creatively written masterpiece (so i hope).

it's time to unleash the words, get them onto the page, then find the world's largest bottle of alleve. my headache WILL be cured by this evening.

ow ...