I'M DOING THIS.

The face of one of my poetic, artistic insprirations, Mr. Bruce Springsteen, stares down at me from a poster above my computer. My Lucinda Williams Artist's Choice CD from Starbucks is spinning around in my CD drive. The coffee is a-brewed. Hair is up, sweats are on. I've set up this nice office in my new bachelorette pad for this purpose and this purpose alone, and yet up to this point I've only used it to pay bills, Facebook, and look at pictures of cats with funny captions. But it's time to write again.

I'm posting this. Now, if I don't follow up with a blog post soon, I'll look like an idiot. Motivation at its finest!

Gus, you need a new bone. That one's pretty much done for.

Man, I need to organize these bookshelves better.

I really should go through that garbage bag of clothes in the corner.

This room needs a coat of paint.

I wonder what color curtains I should get for that window?

Ooh, I love this song!

I wish Starbucks sold this Christmas blend all year 'round. Yum!


Oh, man. This isn't going to be so easy after all...