I got word from that awesome, awesome lady CLP that she gets sad when I don 't post, and so.....actually, hang on a second. I'm going to go call CLP back!
Okay, CLP, you were not answering. It is, after all, almost 10pm and you're a BANKER. So probably you are asleep like good bankers are.
I have a letter, one in mind. I've been working it these last few days, wondering to myself who I would most like to write a letter to.
But. I am on Weight Watchers and I have had a cosmo. So I am drunk. Because apparently, a pack of brussel sprouts and an orange aren't enough food to stave off 4 one-thousand counts of vodka, regardless of how much mix you put in them. Hee.
I'm in a good mood. I think this might just work out. If an opportunity comes along, sobeit.
If one does not, perhaps the intended recipient of my soon-to-be-written letter might come along. If not, devastation, but perhaps an MFA in creative writing would be in order. I've always wanted one, you know.
No, you probably don't. You probably don't know that I've been seriously considering going back to school for a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. But I have.
Just for me.
But perhaps all my unhappy troubles would go away if I were engaged in something that mattered to me. Perhaps.
'Til Tomorrow,
Salome
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