I was an accomplice to theft in the Bahamas. Said stolen item is now my coffee mug.
|Coffee tastes better in stolen glass|
Anyway, the screenplay idea I've been working on is coming along.
I feel empty today. I feel like what's left is that bottom ring around the bottom of the glass after the drinkable part is gone.
I stole her copy of Road Beneath My Feet yesterday. I may just curl up on the beach and read it all day. So far, I like it. I see a lot of myself in the book. That just lends itself to my theory that we gravitate towards those just like us even on a subconscious level. I'm sure there is some scientific, nerdy explanation for it.
Also, he uses the correct suffice to say. I was reading upstairs when I came across that phrase, closed the book, ran downstairs and said to TGB, he says 'suffice to say' the correct way! The cockles of my heart are overcome!
Then I ran back upstairs and read some more.