I made my bed for the first time in years. I’m not quite sure why I decided to make my bed. I walked into the (new!) bedroom to drop something off, saw the unmade, wrinkled bed, and decided to make it. I’d say it looks pretty snazzy, wrinkled sheets and no comforter and all. The [...]
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On making the bed, and summers
Posted in real life, tagged childhood on September 1, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A little less whimsy
Posted in real life on July 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s been very busy in the two months since we’ve last spoken. I hope you’re doing well. I know I am.
My doctor has put me on medication that gives me rather interesting dreams. Let’s take last night for example. I had nothing to do with the dream except for the fact that I was having [...]
