I Don't Kno, I'm Playnin Jesus, I'm Shaded Promoting Gigs

The dead line for my second book of short stories is looming. I'm writing feverishly every day, several thousand words. But before i do that, i have to either go for a ten kilomitor run or go the jim to lift weights. That's the first thing i do in the morning and then i sit down to write. So this morning, i open the door and it's focking gorgeous,. The sun is, is belting down. It's not warm, you know, it's cold, but you known when it’s cold, so the promise of its rays on your back will actually keep you warm... Isn't that actually warm? Wasn