I have to go to choir practice, as well. That's at 7 p.m. By the time all that's over and done, it will be past eight o'clock, and my mind will be beyond jelly. It will be liquid slime. However, I will still try to write.
I'm finding that I make a lot of excuses this Lent. I also find writing prose, that isn't a blog, very daunting. Therefore, I make excuses.
Tonight, Saint Marty will make no excuses. He will write. Dammit.
Can't think of anything witty to say, either |
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