Oooh you're a naughty mess

heavy ngt on the wsky lst ngt/ woke at 0830, straight to the typer, then to e- for rx and now home sipping an iced stella and leafing thorough my current copy of the poetry review/ i have a poem i may submit myself/ for years h'ever i've'd a far greater interest in keeping a diary/ short stories, e.g.: the notion seems forced and antithetical to what i believe to be the purpose of writing, viz. catharsis/ the writing i enjoy most is searingly honest...like mine, sometimes/ anyway...just cooking supper for t'alba and me and taking it easy this ngt, hopefully this week/