- No sleep, I got up at 8:30 and started writing.
- No essay written yet, just ideas.
- No pants. It’s 100 degrees out there.
- No cash, I gave my last dollars to a homeless person earlier.
- No lunch, I just drank coffee all day, like a dumb ass.
- No food in the house, dammit.
- No sarcastic, witty rants with clever titles to offer.
- No more soda, it’s bad for me.
- No flowers, they died and I threw them away. I’ll get more tomorrow.
- No more typing, gotta go to work soon.
- No title, it’s just not gonna happen.
L.A. chick. Writer. Horror fan. Free Spirit. Child of the 70's.