And it buys a staircase with the sky.

After being stuck on the latest assignment for almost a week, I just based my latest story on the time I had to feed blue's kitties last summer. That was so fucked up already, I just made the narrator have a slight case of Tourette's and I was home free. One thing I must say for my friends: they make sure that I'm traumatized often enough to never quite run out of story fodder. And one thing I must say for hard cider: it does make writing a lot easier. *grins*

( Meme where you translate a favorite song from English to German to French to English )