Coffee: Maxwell House Drip, Office Coffee
It was the sort of day kids have mittens put on by forceful grandparents. It rained, it was always a degree away from freezing.
I don’t have much to say today. It was one of those sorts of mornings where not a lot happens. And it was one of those afternoons too. I listened to a story about a toddler walking in his rocker. And a story about getting a paper cut on your cornea with a loose hair. And a story about panic attacks. And a story about a four-year-old that looks exactly like Ed Sheeran. The rest I don’t remember.
Driving home, I listened to loud music and watched people change lanes without their blinker. The rain had stopped, but it was all still slick enough to see your face in. I wonder sometimes which face is mine?
Novel Count: 15,382
Currently Reading: Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
Support Relief for Family Suffering at the Border – RAICES DONATION CAMPAIGN
Politicians is the gangstas and the gangstas is the artistsEarthgang, LOLSMH
And the artists is the politicians, everybody switching.