You are probably thinking to yourself: "Another post about potatoes? Does this man have no other interests?" But I assure you that the only references to the vegetable there will be in this post (besides that one) will be in re me and the fact that I have done nothing in four weeks.
Well, that's being rather unfair. I have done quite a bit of writing. None of it any good, but that is hardly the point. The point is that I have started twelve novels, several short stories, and a poem in four weeks -- not to mention watched every Cary Grant movie known to man and saved Hyrule at least twice.
Well, that's being rather unfair. I have done quite a bit of writing. None of it any good, but that is hardly the point. The point is that I have started twelve novels, several short stories, and a poem in four weeks -- not to mention watched every Cary Grant movie known to man and saved Hyrule at least twice.
Yesterday I received (recieved? What is the I before E rule?) a letter from Miss Sorenson. She also sent me a diary entry that I do not believe I was supposed to receive. Who accidentally sends someone a passage from their diary? Or anything else, for that matter. That's weird. True, this is the chick I met while she was knitting in McDonalds, so I guess her antics should not surprise me. (Is antics the word I want?) Anyways, I suppose I should actually respond, but I.... Well, never mind.
Mmm... food. I think there are some mashed potatoes left....
Ah, crap.
What can I say? My life revolves around potatoes.
