There’s something in the water. And everybody’s drinking it.
To better meet your needs, we’re undergoing some renovations. Major renovations.
I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.
If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me.
Getting to the door is more difficult than I might have thought originally.
The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before we reach mass capacity.
Another minor update before I roll out the end of morning coffee.
Seems like there have been more interruptions than content lately. But things are about to change.
Here’s a quick sonnet. Enjoy!