The writing Screen in General

Sometimes I don’t like the way my computer doesn’t seem to know when I am doing school work or when I am needing to talk.

Tonight the Word screen pops on the left. The academic.

It should have opened on the right.

The deadline is racing toward me, I only have another hour to feel sad. I have no choice.

Life isn’t waiting and I have shit to accomplish even if I don’t know what that is.

I just finished “Stranger in a Strange Land,” for the MFA-509 Class. Sandy bought me that paperback twelve years ago.

Heinlein killed off Valentine Michael Smith. And yet he is still around as an archangel.

Confluence?