our chemical lives
I took something to help me sleep.
I woke up still way-groggy.
I just had a cup of coffee with sugar to spruce me up.
What's wrong with this picture?
Went to Books Thru Bars again last night.
'twas sweet. I always want to write letters to the prisoners when I send them books. But I never think of anything good to say. Sometimes they're really heartbreaking and write about how they lost their families and everyone hates them and they're stuck in prison and all they have are books and/or Jesus Christ. Whenever I go there I really appreciate my freedom to walk around and see birds and feel the air. Go figure.
I woke up still way-groggy.
I just had a cup of coffee with sugar to spruce me up.
What's wrong with this picture?
Went to Books Thru Bars again last night.
'twas sweet. I always want to write letters to the prisoners when I send them books. But I never think of anything good to say. Sometimes they're really heartbreaking and write about how they lost their families and everyone hates them and they're stuck in prison and all they have are books and/or Jesus Christ. Whenever I go there I really appreciate my freedom to walk around and see birds and feel the air. Go figure.