&#034Who wouldn&#039t want a dick with lasers?&#034 –David Crowder

Vous savez, je veux vraiment écrire dans mon roman, mais je n&#039ai pas pris du temps et je suis si près d&#039en finir aussi! You know, I really want to write in my book, but I haven&#039t taken the time and I&#039m so close to finishing it too! Yeah, don&#039t ask me about the random French. I&#039ve been doing that a lot lately.

Regardless, I was just looking at my novel sitting here on a shelf thinking, &#034Dammit, I really need to write more.&#034 Maybe I will. Not tonight, I have a friend coming over, but maybe tomorrow morning when I try to remember to get up early enough to go do laundry with Lushbaugh. I love my book so much! C&#039est mon enfant, mon bébé, mon uh…what&#039s the French word for &#034spawn?&#034 Whatever, you get the idea. I&#039ve worked a lot on this thing, and now I really need to work more on it. People are waiting for chapter uh…what was I up to? Seven? Yeah, people are impatiently waiting for chapter seven, and I have let them all down for months! I need to write. Maybe I&#039ll drag it to work with me because I don&#039t know what else I&#039ll be doing. Speaking of work, I should really be going.

Posted: May 21, 2004 at twenty to eight in the morning.