There was something beautiful in a very tangy bathroom today.
There is something tangy about my bedroom tonight.
I need to brush my teeth.
I need to brush up on a lot.

I enjoyed every single second with you. The lights, the naps and the times I ignored you. I enjoyed the highway and your sister. I enjoy the feeling and the fact that it’s repeating itself. I can have it now and I will have it later. I see the lights dimming. It’s happening all over again. It’s circular and I want some tea. It was all for you. It doesn’t go to show.

People are starving and joining the club. Why am I here while people are starving? What happened to the truck with the missing windshield? Why aren’t there quizzes on the side of the highway? Why does my grandfather have a point? Why can’t I be okay with what is going on? Are you on something? Where did the tables go? Why did you pull my mother over? Why don’t you love the snow? Why can’t I get the last word in? How come I don’t own a hole punch? How come only a few ask themselves questions? How come some people never learn?

I never enjoyed writing newspaper articles in school. I’m a little upset I have to teach them. I suspect I’ll enjoy teaching it once I see students writing them and enjoying it.

Short week. Here we go.

A lot of the same things come back. They come back even though you’re convinced that you’ve got it figured out. You think you’ll continue to smile, laugh, run… You know “live life to the fullest” when you hit a wall. For some reason, some days are just not worth it. You just don’t have it in you to push, fight or breathe. When I woke up today, I was part of a group of individuals that spent time running and being conscious of a life threatening illness. They ran and smiled. They cheered eachother on. It felt great. Now I’m on a couch, in the dark, feeling ok-so-so, not-so-much and blazé.

Here’s to having a consistent tomorrow.

I feel very proud.