Thoughts:
One, I had completely forgotten about this thing. Probably going to jump back on when I get my computer next week, since it'll make me pick up on writing again.
Two, interview number two, I hope.
Three, new food shopping lists.
Four, I think everyone has a little bit of a baby love they never let go, whether intentionally or not. We've all got that one person that's still a question mark, don't we?
Five, home is home but not what I want.
Six, there's always a lot to put down.
Seven, I'm sorry I left my journal in Tallahassee, and I'm also not. Don't trust eyes and hands.
Eight, still don't know what I want.
Nine, somedays that's okay.
Ten, need a dentist's appointment sometime in the near future.
Eleven, why don't I care more that I don't know what's going on in the world anymore?
Twelve, it's worth the extra time in the morning, noon, and night to look good.
Thirteen, remember number twelve when pressing snooze or watching Bravo TV.
Fourteen, what do I want for myself? That's different than the "what do I want?" question.
Fifteen, why's it always so hard for me to say "no" to a great dress and heels?
Sixteen, start wearing said heels on a more regular basis.
Seventeen, cigars. Cigars and red wine.
Eighteen, thesis edits when the computer gets in. Can't wait.
Nineteen, need to find festivals to apply with said edits.
Twenty, to go away.
Twenty-one, plenty. Busy, busy, busy, changes and monuments and trips and Mardi Gras.
Twenty-two, now what.