I gotta get back to work. Sure my job is easy but it still requires a clear head.
After I crashed and then fell yesterday I have been hurting. Its okay though because I got some SLEEP. Sleep is a wonderful thing. Never underestimate sleep.
Sleep is good
Sleep is great
Sleep is better then the cream of wheat I ate!
Tittays tittays.
I am working on a book of prose now. I don't say poems because I don't fancy myself a poemtress. Poet. I like my pen to be as mighty as a sword. But then there are poems that make you bleed a little and that is good.
I can get prose out quickly. Crafting stories takes a bit longer. Maybe I should of been a reference librarian who wears expensive lingerie?
My camera is missing. I wanted to take some photos of my incisions. They are in the shape of a small shark, bite. A playful nip, really.
My son is brilliant. He lacks the arrogance to go along with his sensational adeptness at whatever instrument he picks up. The life of a person in music is hard though, glad he is getting a degree. 16.5 years I have been a parent. I wont count the 9 months of reading Shakespeare and listening to good music and eating right.
I feel 25 really, 30 on worse days. Age is such a funny concept. I keep looking in the mirror to see if I am wrinkled or anything beyond my normal self. If you look really close, there are 1-2 laugh lines. That just means I laugh alot.
It might be the braces.
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