Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Sixty-One
Is it the melatonin?
Half of a cinnamon bun.
Sometimes the energy is off, and it’s just off, and there’s nothing else you can do to change it.
I want more of those cookies.
They always say if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all. I’m not saying anything.
It is normally a quick lunch, but today it is a long lunch. It is busy. Busier than they intended, which is hopefully a good thing.
I don’t recognize this face. I ask him how long he’s been here. Only two weeks. I feel less guilty. He has the right vocabulary and tone for this job, which is a weird thing to think.
Still raining.
I don’t mean to hijack the time; I really meant to just say a quick “hello.”
G - C - E - G stretch is killing my hand.
