Paid sixty dollars for a bottle of bourbon tonight, and then this just happened while I was drinking my first pour.
I have to say: I think I’m doing the better headstand. Not that we compete with one another. #nationalsiblingday
I used to have a job in a pig slaughterhouse repairing broken pallets. Sometimes, I would fasten alternating light and dark slats to the runners, whispering the word chiaroscuro under my breath.
Jane & I taped scroll paper down to her office table today and figured out some things we need to address in our next round of revisions on our collaborative novel. We’re both feeling pretty enthusiastic about where it’s all headed.
We’re drinking Boulevardiers on the front porch, and somebody’s really sad we’re not letting her join us. P.S. That face you’re making, Disco, is not very cute.
Watching some minor league baseball in the Quad Cities. At bat: Shawon Dunston Jr of the Kane County Cougars. Beneath that bridge: the Mississippi River.