A Little Bit Every Day

Plenty of things happened recently, but I mostly feel tired.

I still haven't written a poem in a long while, but I've started writing again (more or less). Some day, I'll follow my own advice: a little bit every day.
My current status is a moderate bit most days.

The world is still too big, and I am still too small, but I do a pretty good job of worrying about one day at a time. Too many things. So many things.

I need q-tips and probably some candy.
I need to stop biting my fingernails.
I need a new poem.
I need a new short story.
I need a new chapter for Werbel.
I know where to find q-tips, but I'm not sure where to find candy.
My fingernails are just gonna have to be ugly for now.
I think my inner poet is slowly reviving; I imagine he'll soon enough be sufficiently healthy to write.
I might try my hand at a tiny, little story after I get q-tips.
Werbel has been waiting patiently. He will not be forgotten, but he has to wait a little longer.

So there you go: q-tips, maybe chocolate, and then a small story sketch.

Pip pip, cheerio.