I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, September 30, 2011

Shut up, Universe. This is something I want to do.

Remember how I've said that life keeps trying to interfere with writing (or really having any fun at all)? The last time was getting an emergency rush ad booklet for the graphic design freelance job right before the last writers retreat (three weeks ago). I was up until 1am the night before and the two nights after getting it done. So sleepy Steve is still sleepy.

Well, this is about the time I normally do a newsletter for a client. In fact, I heard from them that I should have the materials today. Which I told them was great because I could work over this weekend and that I'm gone next weekend.

Think I have the stuff yet? Think I'll get it today at all?

Edited 9pm, Okay, got the stuff a little before 4.

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