I hate how
I hate it when I have a good idea for a story but I forget what it is by the time I get around to writing it down.
Something about thoughts occurring to me...
mental illness...
crap
what was it
lots of my stories involving sleep...
people sharing it
someone famous i respect linking to it...
gah
let's just wait and see if it occurs to me. If not, this will be the story for today, but if so, you probably won't read any of this. Or maybe you will. We'll see.
No I don't wear pants
slap those thighs
fire ants
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