A paper (2nd draft w.i.p.)
We've managed to hop on the elliptical a bit, just to try to cull some mental balance.
Word is our contract for work may be extended two weeks to a month, depending. So, by around Thanksgiving we'll have time to write about all the mental breakdowns we've been having, (ugly, ugly, ugly)...the headaches...the problems...
All of our creative juices have been limited to 140 characters.
Thank goodness they are being stored in the Library of Congress (and downloaded periodically to our computer via Twitter archives) so we won't have lost any of our poetry that only exists on Twitter.
Now...back to it.