Today was cold and grey and unspringlike; I didn't go out, I made myself dinner, I read a couple of books and a couple of scripts and worked on nothing except this story which I am still trying not to break. I don't seem to have the brain to work on anything else. I remember being able to multitask around fiction, but I suspect that was when I did not go years between completing stories. Both of the cats have been affectionate and inconvenient. I am telling myself it is not bad to have days like this.
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- 1: I've been with him for seven years and now I'll lose my situation
- 2: 'Cause living it up, it's a big deal, it's good for you
- 3: Cars and trips and maps we ripped
- 4: And the clock ticks faster every year
- 5: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 6: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 7: Left you breathless in the brine
- 8: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 9: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
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