Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-Six
Rest day. Rest day!
Waiting to see if he gets up so I can get in the shower.
Cup o’ noodles really hitting the spot, even in 80-something degrees.
Oh no. I watch him lift the photographer over the fence. Now I have to say something.
I knew I shouldn’t have worn this sweater.
He’s being so weird.
Schramsberg. Shrimp cocktail. Crunch Squash. Little Gem salad. Massican Annia for dessert.
I don’t usually yell at people from the car, but I can with her.
Should I eat one of those burgers?
Falling asleep while writing sentences.