Saturday nights used to be memorable on a consistent basis. Not so much anymore. While I’m not obsessively holed up & tuning in to Cops/America’s Most
Wanted, not enough is going on these days.
What the hell? I wasn’t ready for lucid weekends or being the only person still awake at 3am. Being awake all alone at that hour is eerie.
So now I’m Going to share some pics off my iPhone, since I’ve sold out and become app crazy.
And now, some screen shots of my poetry. I used an app. You get a bunch of ‘fridge magnet style’ words to arrange.