Sometimes I just get stuck writing when I’m writing something. I really hate when that happens. I start twiddling and tweaking, and in the end I’m just sick of the whole goddamn thing. I’m not one to tear up manuscripts and throw hissy fits, but ya know… Sometimes I just feel like repopulating the earth with dyspepsic dyspeptic otters so I won’t be compelled to comment to anyone, about anything, and WHAT THE HELL IS THIS INFERNAL ITCHING IN MY HEAD?
Monday, Monday, la-la la la-la…
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
… suddenly I need to go look up the word “Dyspepsic.”
and the only thing you’ll find is that I spelled it wrong…