Yesterday, I wrote precisely 1,300 words on "The Cats of River Street (1925)."
Fuck, but I hate getting old. I never thought I'd hate it half this much. But I expected I'd be healthier and not so tangled up in regret.
Last night, we watched the new episode of The Strain. It's a lot of fun for something so utterly ridiculous.
Four One-Sentence Paragraphs,