Time for the monthly journal entry in which I say not much at all. The End.
Not really. I've been a hermit the past few months (years?), and I'm thinking it might be time to get out of my house and do something. Not likely to happen, but it's just a passing though. Seriously, I sit at my desk, in my room, all day and write/surf internet while looking out my window. I have three dogs and two plants that keep me company, plus family when they get home. I need a job or something.
Anyway, still busy with the school work. I'm working on a short story now that I really like, much better than the one I turned in for my last packet. That was a mess