nothing remarkable...

has happened lately. i've been dreaming about a few exes (mostly x-friends where the relationship was a bit complex). i'm working on my writing. i'm making music cds for my friends. the dog and i are trying to clean up. i believe what they may do to Mark Twain's book is like a Caesarian for paper products. scary shit to rewrite other people. i'm not saying he's a joy on every page, but it is him on every page. like i'm not comparing him to hitler, but even hitler has a right to his evil words. i'm probably too progressive for my own taste buds. but this censorial shit is for the birds. long live real words as they progress from one writer's mind to the page and/or Kindle....which I hear is only $139, so I'm really, yes, contemplating it. You?