I do this not for you but for myself

Since my mom is going to become a Jehovas Witness, I get all the Christmas ornaments.

December submission time. 21 pages of bad poetry this time. Why do I want to work in publishing again?

I was so productive today! I got my transmission drained and refilled, and bought a portfolio, and went grocery shopping! Exclamation points! I left the house!

The birdfeeder in the backyard died. Stupid squirrels.

It's cold.