October 25, 2010
As I haven't been to bed yet, I telling myself that I'm not breaking the rules. I feel better, so much better I can't tell you. No if only Greyhound would get off its ass and send me the check. Instead of just a letter telling me I will get a check in two weeks, I'm also watching Top Chef and writing my short story. I feel so well now, I'm glad because I need to meet my landlord in the morning. I have 15 words to go. Thirteen words, 11 words. Nine to go. And I'm Done. Bye all!