pip

Alright now you can yell at me. The big fat liar. The one that's going to let you down. The breaker of promises.

That being said, no story from this weekend will be told. No Journal Poetry Day entry for me.

I am sorry.


BUT! The Red Sox won. There bats are alive and Pedro is pitching game 7. Things are looking good.

I need to stop waiting for a certain phone call.

And I'll talk to you soon,
Pip