When I started this blog, I knew there would probably come a day when the writing started to fall away, and the time I spent philosophizing on here would diminish. That time has come, friends. I started to notice it a couple of weeks ago. It's a busy time of year. I want to write more. I'm certainly thinking about a lot of things. Lately I've felt there just aren't enough hours in the day to do all of what I'm supposed to do (of which I've hardly done any). I propose the 26-hour day. That would really help me out with my messed up circadian rhythm, which I'm convinced is on a cycle way longer than 24 hours. Woe is me.
I promise, though, that as soon as I find the odd hour, I will write furiously every notion I've got in my skull.
Here we go, Day 126: https://ia600804.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv121811/12_18_118_52Pm.mp3
I promise, though, that as soon as I find the odd hour, I will write furiously every notion I've got in my skull.
Here we go, Day 126: https://ia600804.us.archive.org/10/items/Improv121811/12_18_118_52Pm.mp3