Confessions of a man who looks the world dead in the eyes and decides "not today" then crawls back into bed. Or at least I wish. It was so cold and rainy today that I can't help but wonder how much different my morning would be if I didn't down a rockstar energy and drive to school.

Now I know going to class is important, and skipping removes a small part of my soul that mentally calculates the price of every class as a percentage of tuition, but shit let's ask if you'd be willing to pay that same price to just spend all day in bed with a dog, coffee, and a nice book.

Or editing; Christ do I need to get back to that. I'm 41k into a new book but every word is just a reminder that I'm not polishing a book I wrote back in January 2016.

It's funny I look at my posts and I always have the same complaint about myself: R.K. stop writing new books and edit the ones you have.

I was editing Something About Maude, then stopped for finish writing Otherhood. Now I'm editing The Absolute and stopped to finish writing an Untitled project (working title 5 Minutes).

Whatever, life always needs more cowbell and wetness is the essence of beauty.

I wish there were a way to plug GIFs into this blog. I'm not tech savvy at all. The extent of my tech knowledge is pressing square on my PlayStation when I'm kicking ass at 2k.