The Book that is.
Who gives a shit, right? I dig... but it was a promise made to MySelf, and I am trying to keep the damn promise.
Feels good this time. It's not bogging me down into a state of black, crappy, shitty, sadness. Hopefully that funk is gone and I can push through to conclusion.
Feeling organized with layout, fingers are strong, Macbook's battery is charged/drained/charged/drained...
Keep typing motherfucker, Keep Typin.