I have written a memoir. 50,492 words to be exact. To publish or not to publish? Is it even worth reading? I think so...has all the right elements...sex, sin, childhood trauma, abandonment, Viagra. Whatever.
I'm on sinus medication because I've got that freaking sinus infection again. Don't share antibiotics. If you do, then you won't have enough to kill all of the little bacteria fuckers and they'll multiply and come back to get you again.
I'm in a strange funk of a mood and probably should not be writing but my fingers need the exercise. Who knows when they'll need to churn out fifty thousand something more words within a month's time?