Monthly Archives: November 2017

At the counter at Shari’s waiting for my Thanksgiving steak dinner. Watching the chaos behind the counter is like watching Rush at the bookstore from a students point of view. My nearsightedness is really kicking in the last few days. I’m going to have to cave and get reading glasses. Sigh…should have ate more carrots I suppose. Too lazy to get my journal and pen out the car. Should I bother getting them a plate to eat, just in case? Who knows? Is this a taste of things to come in my future? I really shouldn’t future look and just try to stay in the present. But the present is so depressing and blurry. Will I be able to survive into the new year and get drugs. Will those drugs be able to

Fleeing the moaning and shuffling of Mom and her pain for the chaotic noise of the mall. Downing a cappuccino blast and a raspberry green tea lemonade and still not satisfied. Pondering a drive in the backroads but question the roads on this surprisingly snowy day. Should make a fountain pen day post at some point. But just want to find a warm quiet place to cuddle, drink hot amaretto chocolate, watch the snow fall, and snooze.