it can't be wednesday already

‘Fraid so. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, it’s that I don’t have time to say it.

Like right now.

I refuse to turn this into a diary although it almost is. It’s supposed to be thoughtful and illuminating and full of wonder and speculation.

Wonder and Speculation.

I’m wondering how long I’ll last.

I’m speculating when I’ll fold.

anon anon