Yesterday, I wrote 1,005 words on Chapter 5 of Cherry Bomb. I guess that means, the way things have been, that yesterday was a pretty good writing day. Oh, and if you're someone with any sort of respect for the English language and have a sudden need to cause yourself severe pain, just spend a couple of hours pouring over the Urban Dictionary. I did.
Here is today's stale Hell photo, which, of course, was yesterday stale Hell:
Actually, yesterday was special; we got two flavors of Hell:
The Hell was fluid. Literally.
And that's all I have for you today.
All my Valentines who ever were, all of you are in my head today. I know the colors of your eyes.
A Knife Into My Bed,