I knew it was coming. It didn't help.
I must have thrown the first copy away. I must have been too upset.
I didn't remember much of any of it. But I remembered the ending. It was just as bad the second time.
I made notes to write about, but I'm too upset now.
Maybe I will, I don't know. I'm done with it and I'm glad to be done.
I just threw it off my desk onto the pile of other books on the other side of the desk. I can still see it. I can see it lying there over the top corner of my computer.
I'm done for the night, that's all I know. Good night.
