I meant to start writing at noon. Now it’s 1:30 and what did I do for the past hour and a half? Organize my little, daily files into one big file. Then tried to format it out of the nasty internet-friendly text into actual indented paragraphs. This didn’t work and it’s awfully ugly. Now my arms hurt. And my tea is cold and my back is stuff (but that’s from dance class.)
Mope.
I have interesting people. The ones I don’t see for years and years and email gets boring and then I see them and we just take up the conversation exactly where we left off the last time we were together. Interesting people. Ya.
I cleaned my room and found my sandles and they had grown green stuff over the summer! Ew. My horoscope, though, did suggest something about starting a garden today…. but never mind, I rinsed off my sandles in the sink and scrubbed them with a brush because they are expensive sandles. Ok, they’re 10 years old, but I might want to be a hippie next summer.
Dad is reading the last Harry Potter book and has started casting spells.
My feet are sore and my back hurts and ER is on and I feel kind of sick, like nauseous. My solution is ice cream and ER on in the background while I write.
Shoot. There’s like more background to this but I’m wasting words here.
i'll try to be better. i promise 