I should be writing. I want to be writing. My hacking cough and 500 degree F temperature are not making that easy, however.
Also, there is a box from Amazon sitting over there that I know contains the books my brother said he got me for Christmas—and I can’t open it.
Dracula must face the impossible tomorrow at 10/9c.
Look at what my brother gave me for Sinterklaas!!! It’s Bathman! It’s so awesome, I love him.
Rest In Peace Nelson Mandela.