The other night the city bus ran out of gas (really) and while we were sitting there in the dark, a line came to me and I started following its trail--it looked like it would be one of those stories that writes itself--but I made myself stop because I didn't have pen and paper to get it down. I thought I'd write it once I got home, but then when I arrived, I could't remember a thing.
And the deadline for a contest I wanted to enter came and went without my submission getting dropped into the mail.
I'm ambivalent about the photo I'm thinking of sending to Amazon.com for the short story, but I don't have another pic and I really need to get that contract back ASAP.
Darn it.
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