Oh, sweet Microsoft Word, how I've missed you.

I've been writing!

I got fifty-three words of The Art of Ordinary done today, brutha. The big five-three.

     It may not be wise for a person to only aspire to be a McDonald’s cashier who asks the proverbial question, “Would you like fries with that?”


     That is why I aspire to stack soup cans at Wal-Mart. It seems a rewarding enough career. However, my sister, Audrey I-Could-Be-in-Postgraduate-School-By-Now-is-My-Middle-Name Hawthorne, would disagree.