cenforce 150 mg for sale – Today I watched last night’s The Rachel Maddow Show and, once again, regretted not becoming a doctor. My father is a doctor. I’d thought about it growing up. If I could wave a magic wand, and change my life all together, I would’ve gone to medical school and become an abortionist. But I can’t, so I sit here in the library, typing on my computer. (I got sick of blogging with my iPhone, long and tedious.)
– I watched the third installment of The Black List on HBO. I’d seen it before, but I always like the experience of listening to successful African Americans just talk. When Hill Harper and Whoopi Goldberg spoke, I again wondered what would have happened if I’d taken performance classes with my tech classes in college. I wonder a lot about the path I’ve taken in my life, probably too much.
– I haven’t attended my writers’ group since November. I knew work was going to dry up, so I passed on the meeting in December. I keep getting the emails, because I haven’t officially left the group. Each time I read that someone else is submitting, I feel a twang more of doubt in my stories, in my writing style, in my dreams.
– So I know I waited til the last minute to write this post because that’s what I do. I put off just about everything until I must do it. I know they call this procrastination, but, in truth, it’s closer to laziness. On that point, I recently wondered what my life would be like if I gave up television all together. Without cable, I would be free to do all the things I say I’m going to: my multiple novels I’ve started but yet to finish, my multiple knit & crochet projects, all the books I want to read but are currently sitting on the floor in front of my bookshelf. How much better would my life be if I had the will power to turn off the box?
– My meter is about to run out, so I’ll end with a poem I wrote last month during the latest iteration of Snowpocalypse:
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