Here we have it, the sad, sad truth about my life. Not the glamorous cliche with whips and chains and lingerie, but a pre-dawn wake-up call and a blank page. Still, I love my job. Beats working at Micky-D’s.
Here we have it, the sad, sad truth about my life. Not the glamorous cliche with whips and chains and lingerie, but a pre-dawn wake-up call and a blank page. Still, I love my job. Beats working at Micky-D’s.
Ok, so the next time we’re both awake at 3 in the morning, email me. We’ll Google Talk or something until ideas flow or we both fall asleep.
How about it?
Yes ma’am, I always keep an eye out for you on Twitter when I’m up so we can do