Dearly Departed,

Late, Tuesday night. Joints sore. Rain pours, like salt, on the wounded.

Last minute revisions on my script, minutes before bed. Writing is like a nightmare. My "second" draft will actually be more like my fifth, though I've not let anyone else read drafts 2-4, so it only counts as my second...

Though I have now forwarded this url to a slew of people, I wonder who's actually still reading these entries. (Besides the obvious.)

Here's the porn-sex-nude-hardcore link of the day.

Visit the website of my band.

As if.