archives for Sunday 14 August 2005
another gray day
Sunday 14 August 2005 | I like a cookie
It’s cold and rainy and I can’t remember how to light the pilots to the heaters, so my feet are clammy. Eloise practically slept on my face last night. But it was stilling to fall asleep to the rare soft sound of rain.
Some days I make no sense and neither does anyone else. On days […]
