Woke up. Got dressed. Decided I needed to write something. Probably due to using Zen in the Art of Writing as a bathroom reader, and the fact that my brain just took off with all the ideas I've had so far.
What, can you not indent in these things? I'm not going to space 5 times. Anyway, I'm making pancakes for breakfast. Usually, pancakes are the perfect breakfast food; you can just crank those suckers out until you've got way more than enough. Once in a while, though, you'll get the heat too high and you'll either burn them or the insides will be runny. Why am I saying this? Because I can. Because I'm a blogger now, and nothing's unimportant.
At least until I sell out.
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