hmm I gotta stop leaving my space heater plugged in when I leave. That could be disastrous.
I've been trying to develop a story for the last two years. Anne Frankenstein. I'm finally outlining a script. I don't know why. I wanna do this story justice. Combining fiction and non-fiction is not an easy task. I want to be historically accurate, but sometimes thats really boring. Writing a full length script is really intimidating.
I think I just beat a cold. I had a sore throat for the last two days.
I'm sorry.
I'd played guitar today. Its been a while since I had some free time to really let loose on the thing. I tried to remember a bunch of the songs that I had but I was stumbling at the gates in the vocals section. Its been even longer since I tested out the pipes. To put it plainly, I suck at singing haha.
Sitting at my desk I began to feel my house shake. It was a slow steady rumble that only grew louder and louder. Was it an earthquake? Hurricane? Did the roof of my house finally rip off only to reveal a flying saucer ready to beam me up and demand me to "take me to your leader"? No. It was just laundry day. The spin cycle on my washer bangs against the wall whenever the load is offset. Just ordinary life. That other stuff is just wishful thinking.
