Believe or not, I do have a schedule. More like a routine though. It's what I've just come to do every day for the last couple of years in order to keep going.
It was a long night, last night. Not that it wasn't good, it bordered on orgasmic it was so good, but now I'm feeling off. The dishes need doing, the trash needs a walk to the dumpster, the body needs washing, the counter needs clearing, the head needs Tylenol, and there are blank pages to be filled.
I guess it's sort of like going out on a Friday night. You always take 2 asprin and sleep in Saturday... but you wouldn't have skipped it for the world.
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