Is a biyotch.
My hand still hurts, but such is life.
I started reading "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainer Maria Rilke today. It's really good, but I'm wondering if it is something that would have made more of an impact in my impressionable high school/college years.
Or maybe I can still be a Young Poet at heart?
One of the pieces of news is that I got into law school. But the question remains whether I should go. A lawyer friend asked me today if I was really sure. He said it's an anxiety-producing field.
Really. Like I need more anxiety.
Anyway, it feels good to write, even if all that is coming out is blurt.
And if you can keep a secret: I am typing with my left hand.
Tell you what, let me just throw up a kid pic to cut this thing short.