B&W Wednesday with an excerpt of some writing in working on. "Everything in me is full. My fists are full of anger, my conscience is full of regret and my being is full of doubt. I have gorged myself on the daily unknown almost until I can't breath. My character is so full of superficial facades it overflows being misinterpreted as extroverted when really it's full of desperation. I awake full of disgust and after a day of adding to it i go to bed even fuller of disdain. The only thing in me that remains empty are my dreams."
you know that feeling you get during that one moment before you get married? yeah it's good.