pigeons, writing til i die & smartypants.

did i kick some major booty and write my whole freaking world war two paper this evening?  yes i sure freaking did.  six and a half straight hours of writing.  i don't know who is writing what i'm writing now because i've lost all capability of logical thought.

tonight i'm going to dream about pigeons.

[smartypants.  she knows everything.  and her fingernails shine like justice.]