its 2.30 am, i am down 168 words. 1800 to go. a 9.30 am deadline and I cant write. theres music. theres the customary sutta, down 3 cups of coffee, a glass of wine seems very alluring.
sigh.
today for the first time ever, ever I did potty with the ipod plugged in. I have never ever ever ever never ever ever done potty as I heard music. 24 years and I never did the two together. And the coincidence of coincidences, as I entered the loo, shakira came on singing hips dont lie.
too much fun i say. to wiggle your bum. too much fun.
see, this is exactly why I cant write. 2.30 am and I sat wiggling my bum on a potty seat.
to this the business india boi would go, a deadline is Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct
sigh.
today for the first time ever, ever I did potty with the ipod plugged in. I have never ever ever ever never ever ever done potty as I heard music. 24 years and I never did the two together. And the coincidence of coincidences, as I entered the loo, shakira came on singing hips dont lie.
too much fun i say. to wiggle your bum. too much fun.
see, this is exactly why I cant write. 2.30 am and I sat wiggling my bum on a potty seat.
to this the business india boi would go, a deadline is Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct.Sacrosanct