The End.
Just kidding.
Woke up this morning with first lines instead of ‘Good Morning’ rolling off my tongue. Went to the docta and the docta said, “No more sleepin’ with books in yur head!” When you live with a physician, he’s always trying to diagnose you.
“I’ve seen this before. Classic case of Writer’s Block,” Dr. Hubby says.
“Is it bad? Can it be cured? Will I have to be quarantined?” Continue reading
