I’ve been at the computer too much today. But this is where I have stuff to do, so arrg!
I wrote a poem today.
Pom-pom socks
Pom-pom socks
Don’t work
With Boots
*8*8*8*
I wrote. I organized my draft-zines into envelopes. My mum liked the disclaimer at the beginning of issue 3 of Tiny String.
