This blogging everyday nonsense is starting to get to me. I can’t even think today. I’ve been sick and I suspect my body is telling me, “Stop it already!” Sometimes when I think about the amount of writing I’ve been doing this past year, these lyrics come to mind–

You’re like a disease without any cure. I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore. Oh, no. You think you’re so pretty…..
Laid by James

Well, when November is over, maybe I should look for a cure.