In your face, space coyote!

Fat Tuesday is one of those things that sneaks up behind you in an alley, clubs you on the back of the head and rifles through your pockets. You wake up hung over with a funny taste in your mouth, wearing nothing but a showercap and a couple strands of beads, powdered sugar on your chin, while Lent stands over you and screeches at you for, like, forty days straight while you try to get your head back in order.

I rarely talk about my original stuff.

( Except, you know, when I do. And also, other stuff which is not at all related to original writing. )

I wanted to pimp the Bonsai Story Tree Generator but it doesn't seem to be working. This is here to remind me to check it again in a while and see if it's working later.