I smell like Fruit Stripe gum (remember when we'd get it while our moms shopped for food in the old Shop Rite?), relaxing after another day of late Christmas shopping. I have to drive to work in an hour. I feel like this day has stretched itself out to fit my schedule ( Read more... )

I feel like it's still the morning, but I suppose that's because I slept in ( Read more... )

So, I didn't write as much as I wanted, but I did get some writing done, which I'm happy about.


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I'm in New Jersey, sitting at my kitchen table, listening to Joan Osbourne and waiting patiently for my wash to finish. I need a cigarette, but I'm sure I can handle myself for the next seven hours or so. Cigarettes are better with alcohol anyway ( Read more... )