The sun streaming through the window dances across my face, I hate mornings. I don’t want to get up but it’s my turn to do the shopping, I hate mornings. I dislike the way they come every day to remind you they are endless and you are not. I despise the way they bring back … Continue reading Gloria Gillory
Journal Entry 8: Wormhole
I fixed the garage door today after a month of putting it off. Some stupid kids wrote all over the doors and tried to pry it open, the nerve of people. I also went to the farmers market and picked up a few avocados and a wheel of cheese, I don’t know what cheese but … Continue reading Journal Entry 8: Wormhole
Thought of a Thinker 