July 22, 2018.
Day 1,574.
All right. Again, I do not apologize for my specificity.
Yep, mopped my floor.
Cleaned my coffee pot and that’s not all.
Since, I got less than two hours of sleep yesterday before I had to go to work I am writing now rather than at my usual coffee-time.
- Food messengers.
Have you ever had such a positive experience that you hurt yourself? Have you ever in your life had such a great and positive good time that you hurt yourself?! Me neither. It doesn’t happen.
Help me find another job. My job wants to kill me. My job doesn’t like me. My job hurts me every day.
Help me get another job.
Little House used to be my favorite Disney album I played at full volume as a small child. I was fascinated ever since my abandoned houses. Who used to live there? Did they love each other in that house? Are they happy now? What sort of people were they? Will love return to this house?
I had wanted to go on a road trip across America photographing abandoned and falling apart houses that had once stood. I may never see that day, I guess.
I miss sleeping with the moon and being awake with the sun.
What does it taste like if you take a fennel bulb cut out the middle, fill it with a risotto, a ground meat probably turkey, sprinkle a bit of cheese on top? What does that taste like? Is it good?
God, I love a good head on beer.
Bums up.
Listen to the floor.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 