I have 3 weeks of fiction writing class left and can’t manage to finish my last short story. I have about a third of it done, but it’s one of those complicated deals – okay maybe not as complicated as I’m making it. And honestly, I’m not a third done either.
We had one trick or treater last night and I gave her a butt load of candy. Her teeth will rot out before the end of the month based on my contribution alone.
I have my annual physical today. I have a note stuck in my wallet of the things I want to talk to my GP about. It reads:
2) Liver spots
In that order. I sound like a charming person – fat with a cough and liver spots.
“Hey. Have you seen Vistadenada?”
“Who is that?”
“That fat old person with a cough and liver spots.”
Of course, that identifies 83% of Pacifica.