Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred
Game day.
Foggy and cold and this coffee tastes like nothing.
I debate whether or not they should be blocked.
I could. But then I wouldn’t be me.
Controllables.
One apple.
One hour later, we’re still talking about basketball. The good, the bad, and everything in between.
But, really, it is hard to do it alone.
Trust & believe.
So going to sleep in tomorrow.