Yesterday the cashier at the sandwich place I went to with Ajay said I looked like Dawson from Dawson’s Creek. I took it as a compliment, but my brain hasn’t adjusted, so I didn’t think to ask her to come and see the midnight showing of The Godfather at the Egyptian.
My flow has returned, yay! Perhaps it is the time constraints that keep it going, less time to work on what I want to keep the ideas spinning. Also,…
There is no more cake left. I had to sacrifice myself eat the last of it because it was going stale.
I have 5/13ths of a cake left (I measured last night). I know you want some.