Is my will less strong? Do I have too many ideas? Do I talk to too many writers? Do I have ADD? Is there some kind of magic bean that I do not possess? Why is there a beanstalk growing out of this riverbed of unedited manuscripts? And why is there an ogre-ish thing with a fork crawling down it? Am I freak? And where the heck are my glasses !?!
DOES ANYONE ELSE FEEL THIS WAY?
(I’ll pay you $5 to say yes)
ps.Today is my birthday. This day always feels strange. Is this the year I'l be branded with MIDDLE AGE across my forehead? Tomorrow, I'll get over it. Time moves on. Life moves on. Young, vivacity is all in the mind, right? RIGHT? BTW- I'm 21. I would have said 18, but then I wouldn't be legal so...