So three days of ten feet tall covered in gold dust, and now we’re having a day of not very tall at all, soon to be covered in chalk dust.
I’ve just rewritten the same damn thing four times, and now I’m walking away from Crappy Version #5 and going on to the next thing before I give myself a migraine.
The gym opens at noon and I will be there to strip my soft little fingers on the wall until my brain locks in again.
