I am tired from working.
I want a glass of wine.
I want a kitty.
I bought a new book and I don't like it.
I have mosquito bites and a blister.
I don't wanna make dinner.
Every surface in my house has pollen on it.
Only one of the chile seeds has sprouted. Maybe I got bad seeds.
Maybe I'm a bad seed.
I hear sirens.
I think that's all.
Sigh.
1 comment:
Cross-country synchronicity: I've been thinking about an ALABBD post all day long. Reading yours has somehow freed me to write mine. I'll go do that now.
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