I gotta clean this house.

I gotta go do an errand.

I gotta go clean puke outta my car. (Don’t ask.)

I gotta stop thinking about that text poem I posted a day or two ago and the fact that no one’s commented on it. I could use some help. Is it that bad??

I gotta lot to do, and most of all I gotta stop thinking about how psyched I am that I’m seeing Bruce Springsteen tomorrow night or nothing is gonna get done.

See you at the Asylum for Seren Divine tonight…