Heart did not grow fonder

The publisher recently returned from a long vacation. Who knew she'd been gone?

Let it Snow

Please, let it snow. Soon, now, tonight, tomorrow, soon, just snow. I will be happy and a better person if it snows, I swear.

New Dread

I am experiencing a new dread. It is starting-a-new-job-in-new-city-with-new-people in a couple days dread.

I can't say it is better or worse then the fuck-i-hate-my-job dread, just different.

Different is not beautiful.

I dream of a life without dread. Retirement?

Zen

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