Sunday nights are a peculiar color
Hmm... ibuprofen is starting to taste good to me. I would call this a foreboding sign.
I really want to write a story of some kind, but I don't know what I'd write. Maybe I should start with a very short fiction drawn directly from something real, so I can flex my brain without having to invent too much.
I miss my family.
2 comments:
I mostly hate missing people.
I miss you.
You should come visit sometime.
your family misses you as well. the other night, your mom played some guitar and sang with our youth worship band at a praise and worship night at church and she was incredible. Actually, the technical truth is that she was very credible...credible enough to make our band kind of credible, which is really saying something.
I wish I had Ibuprofen right now.
I enjoy your blog.
See you later.
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