My Sketchbook Project: Phase 1
there's something magical about writing an old-fashioned, handwritten letter
Today wasn't a day that I fell down the rabbit hole (although I have had days that felt like that). No, today was more like when Alice cried after taking the "Drink Me" bottle: "Come, there's no use in crying like that!" said Alice to herself, rather sharply; "I advise you to leave off this minute!" …
It's not even Friday, and I have to retract the part about not being a slacker.