humor – Skeleton At The Feast

Caffeine Routine (Morning Notes To Self)

The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.

“It seems you still have your wits about you.”

Books shape my world. No, really – literally.

My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.

I spent yesterday destroying evidence – no, not THAT kind of evidence.

This morning I got a surprise. I thought I was getting a melon. Due to the early hour, I confused the two.

Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?

Seriously, why?

ALAS! *sips coffee*

It’s ever writer’s second greatest fear, the question that keeps us up at night.