Coffee: Two cups drip from Cocoa Cinnamon; One cup Iced from Joe Van Gogh; the first two were better.
It was a long day. Distracting, like one of those stinkbugs that climbs your wall and looks like the paintjob until you really focus.
It wasn’t easy and I don’t have much energy.
When I was seventeen, my dog Becky was taken to the vet in the morning for pains that ultimately killed her. The same day, I stopped at a gas station on the way to work. There was a woman on the ground. She was crying. Bleeding from her face where she’d hit the curb. The couple passers-by told me that a man had run up, hit her hard, and run off. They didn’t know why he did it. She didn’t either.
I got the gas and drove to school.
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson
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