Practice makes perfect

OK it's perfect practice that makes perfect but screw you. Besides it's time to go home you know. I want to get in the habit of working this thing. Have got a couple of weeks to work up a story or two for a campus publication. Stories seem a nice outlet of creative angst... that's a joke but one that can only be told by a man with a pig under one arm. In all seriousness though why one writes, who knows but once again I stumble back to blogger and once again I find myself rambling on. Tommorow awaits with fresh ideas and a brighter outlook.