Lately, I don't think of you at all.

It's these mornings I love the best. Getting up early because I've got nothing to do, except listen to Cat Power and drink fresh coffee.
Sure, I've got to go to the bank, the bookstore, Nancy's, and possibly my Grandma's. But right now, it's just a little after nine, and the weather is perfect outside. Perfect for doing nothing.
I have a long week ahead of me, this could very well be my only breathing time.

I could get so used to being a writer in the middle of nowhere, with a cabin and a gray and white Siberian Husky. A rich husband who's never home. You know, this morning I may be alone, but I'm so far from lonely.

Yesterday at work, Dr. Pak brought me Dove chocolate because I never eat dessert. I just stare at it. The first one said, "Stop judging others, stop judging yourself."

It's been two days since I've smoked something other than a cigar or shisha.

Would you enjoy knowing how many flannel shirts I have? Thirteen in the closet, two in the car, and two that are missing. One of those was Matthew's, two or three were Zach's once. The rest, are all mine, baby.

I've realized that when I don't work, most of my morning is spent in my bra and shorts. But I think it's time to get a move on, and start crossing the items off the list.
Math class at 3 o'clock.
Marriage and family at six.