Chase two wombats, catch none.
I told him that it’s pretty messed up that his reference for country music was the Dire Straits.
It’s hard to muster school spirit when I can’t even cheer for myself.
He was right when he said you don’t have to write to please some old, dead author. I would add to that those living.
Maybe try some new recipes.
I don’t normally think in narratives–mostly images.
This morning, upon waking, I could taste the fried chicken of my dream.
He looks broken and bent, but I wonder if he’s still crooked?
Good teeth make good neighbors.
McClurg's Marginalia 