My noggin aches from reading too much of a stupid journal.
It’s far simpler to let fools spout foolishness, and walk away. I swear, if he hadn’t gotten vulgar, I wouldn’t have put so much effort into it. Last LJ drama for me, until the next one.
I’m going to put that future energy to getting back to ‘at least one paragraph of possible fiction a day’. my writing muscles are getting flabby.
