Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, March 14, 2015
"I can't seem to wake up," the guy behind the counter at the liquor store says as he rings us up. He flaps his hands in the air as he continues, "maybe I'll see if what they say about physical excercise works. I could go down into the basement and move some boxes."
"I could chase you around the block with a hammer," Katie suggests brightly.