Cold. Air conditioners are on High and blowing right on my poorly circulated feet.
Won't be here tomorrow. Going out to civilization, which for me means a 4 1/2 hour drive, not wearing my comfy fannel shirt, and actually going out around people. I hate people. They annoy me.
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
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