You know the day’s going to turn out terrible when you’re contemplating have a glass of wine with breakfast.
When you willingly stay longer at work because the wi-fi hasn’t been hooked up at your new house yet.
When my quota is 2,400 words and I’m checking the counter at 322. Not a good sign.
I decided to give up wine for Lent this year. I’m drinking bourbon instead.
If I’m gonna be alone, let it be with you.
Only a great storyteller can make readers so invested and completely swept away that grammar and punctuation mistakes don’t even register.