A little something for my fellow control freaks:
I focus all day on the words I write, but all too often forget the words I live.
Great for fiction. Scary when you apply it to your life. Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing.
For the history buffs out there:
You know how you occasionally see pictures of tunnels with ridiculously intricate brick work? I have to wonder if this is why. The first subway car is awfully open to the elements. See those beautiful arches? I think this might be the old city hall station, well preserved as it's no longer in use. Check out the pics here.
And there's always a little something for my writing buddies:
And one of the best things about Twitter? Those moments when you feel like someone out there gets you and you're not quite as alone as you thought. Or as bizarre.
This. Almost every day.
This would be me. If I were a runner. Which I'm not. Partly because this would be me. Also because it requires running. But I feel the sentiment.
Because getting up early to get something done NEVER works out for me.