Outside somewhere. Overdue. Maybe drugs later (for sleep). Sleep sooooo good.
Worry not, dear one. Or don't worry about worrying, worry, cuz you're gonna worry, but be empowered by me/you to feel less compelled to worry, when you really don't want to. Cuz who wants to?
A mathematician I follow points out today: 22/7 is a better approximation of pi than Pi Day.
I remembered to get rid of the storage unit key before they realized I still had it. I ordered an orange mailbox, cuz someone knocked mine off. I don't have two cancers. Among others.
Inside I'm still whispering--- "Write to me."
Summertime, summertime: sum sum summertime.
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