Now is a perfect moment to be writing and excited about. All
I’m really doing, though, is drinking chocolate milk and wondering if I can
fall asleep at 8:30. I’m sure II can. I’m awkwardly waking up at all hours
these days anyway.
Maybe I don’t need to be writing everything I think.
Let me tell you about the dentist.
“Are you into flossing?”
The feeling that I was supposed to have paid. That maybe my
insurance did change after all.
That it’s okay to say when something bothers you. If you’re
you. But I’m me, so I’d rather not say.
Pulling my back out of whack one gentle stretch at a time.
I should be doing so many things but I just don’t care.
Although the sky was nice tonight.
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