Tuesday, April 28, 2020

I don't write like I used to. Ten years ago, I was an English major, while for the last three years, I've spent every day drawing blood and doing lab work monitoring heart rates under anesthesia. There's no way I can come back from that.

Maybe the change isn't bad. Does the world really want me to wax on with every adjective I know, just because words are too beautiful to cut any out?

Or are the facts of the matter better, with a few sparse words I still remember thrown in?

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