Scenes from my Real Life:

Six of the book's hardest pages complete and currently listening to the rain patter on the leaves outside my window. It's too late for a drink and too early for breakfast. Right now I could eat a horse but the Checkers up the block is closed. Right now I could mud wrestle a harem out there on the lawn, while the sirens and the trains wailed to the periodic gunfire crackling around us. Right now I could smoke Colorado dry and sing with the beasts to the invisible moon.

But right now all I have is six pages instead and that's more than enough to get me through the night.

How I met your Mother:

The Sunday Sermon: