Work in Progress
My roommate made me a cake the day I moved in, and for every birthday since then. He also leaves me leftovers. Today I opened the fridge and there was a big tupperware bin with a post-it that read, “EAT MORE PIG.” Since I discovered that yes, muscles do grow bigger when you eat more protein than you thought you could ever shove in your mouth in 24 hours, I now I have a small plate of ham sitting next to me. And a tub of cottage cheese. I’d rather be eating cake, but it’s 11:30 at night, and something tells me that Francois Sagat never eats cake after like 6.
There’s a common bit of advice given to writers: when you finish a book, put it in a drawer for 30 days. Naturally I ignored this and, 30 days after declaring my book to be finished, I’ve come to the realization that it needs more work. My secret belief, that I am special and therefore immune to the obstacles that normal people face, hasn’t gotten me very far. I didn’t believe the protein thing, either. Which means I have an unfinished book and I don’t look like Francois Sagat. I know there are people out there who have worse problems. Somewhere.
I’d choose you over Francois everytime
March 26th, 2010 at 10:25 amAwwwwwww.
March 26th, 2010 at 4:03 pmI’d choose you 98.37% of the time over Francois.
March 27th, 2010 at 11:50 am