I spent most of Monday applying online for jobs. Most of them were work at home gigs, which I really want. Some of them were
I went with Flea Market Guy to his AA meeting today. He’s been sober for 30 days. And I think we’ve been shacked up for
I got into an argument with my so called “boss” on Friday. I thought as the weekend wore on I would change my mind like
I didn’t write yesterday because I had to recover from the weekend. I went with FMG and his family to the Auburn game. There’s really
Flea Market Guy and I went to the fair. It’s odd how normal things have been. Well, I don’t really know if they’ve been normal,
I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write.