...you can tell I have an assignment due because I'm blogging so much.
But just because I'm alone in the house and there's no one else to tell: I want a cigarette Sofa Kingbad.
I've been quit for almost a month now and right on this particular rainy day when I am thisclose to writing to Aaron Sorkin and telling him I want him to William Goldman me because I haven't written a thing of consequence in also about a month and I am so sick of my own writer's block but instead of buckling down to the assignment that's due or even making one up that would make me feel alive instead of a zombie, Wordsworth "getting-and-spending-we-lay-waste-our-powers" version of myself--no, I want a cigarette. Sofa Kingbad.
They're gonna revoke my license.
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