"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
― Ernest Hemingway
Boo.
It was a dark and stormy night;
On a scale of 1 to 10, I want to be on that canopy bed 29174873206523.
Dearest San Francisco,
I will be returning to you on Monday, September 5.
Love always,
Me
Beeeaaccchhhh, come to me.
