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.