Why is it that everytime I open a new post my mind grows blank and oblique. Maybe it's because the level of critical depression has reached an all-time high, ranking at levels in the upper 80's on the percentile scale.
I bought two books for a dollar off of eBay. Tom Perrotta's Joe College and Lorrie Moore's Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? I am content with my purchase. I feel as if they will help me write my novella.
The new issue of RobotMelon makes my head spin. Check it out.
I just facebook stalked old friends and I feel a little dirty.
Back to the rising critical despair.