i should probably keep this up...
i mean, writing won't kill me, will it?
either way, it couldn't hurt to do a little more development over the summer, so i should be back on track soon, unless this is like a failed diet that i'll start "tomorrow"
tomorrow never seems to come, does it?
it sits there, in the future, skittering away as any hand tries to grasp it, going farther away in the oblivion that is time...
much like a mermaid drifts in the calm waters, but when a wandering eye happens to glance, all that is calm becomes a monsoon to mask the fair maiden's getaway.
screw you, Annie. that musical should have been about a little boy