My mind is full of random thoughts.
Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving.
Clay, Clay. You should not have put your hand over Kelly’s mouth. But her transgression was worse than yours. I now hate that woman. Not sure how I feel about Rosie. Oy, the drama is so distracting me…
My script. A chat that saved me from dogshit. “Dogshit is not romantic.” Why didn’t I think of that, Max? Duh.
Today I will eat. I will drink. I will try to write something outrageous.