This is my place to practice writing, let off steam and let people I know into what is going on.
Friday, October 22, 2010
One finished, Four to go.
Socks. two months, four pairs. Plug in the audio book and off I go, or now, fire up the nook, and off I go. The weather is cold, My hands are cold, and so finally they have stopped aching. Goody.
No one walked down Bleak Street at night—not where hobgoblins hobnobbed, skeletons skulked, vampires vamped, and the dumpster behind the Chinese buffet smelled like zombies.
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