I’ve had so many interesting days these last 3 months alone with little to no time at all to write about them. The times and conditions they are difficult. And they’ve never been as difficult as they are now. And I don’t know where I stand. And people keep joking to look north. And I don’t know but I’m happy. Still. Plainly. Even if I was contemplating on getting run over by a car when I was walking at a sidewalk this afternoon. Some days are just that shitty. But with all else, I haven’t had reason to dwell in wallowing self-pity for a long time. So I guess there’s that.
If I do get the time, I’ll write my stories in past tenses. I have nothing against past tenses.
