Sauntered into town for a chicken kebab, tobacco, and my nighttime medication. Sauntered back home. Planted my newly-tap-rooted seedling. It’s the little things.
“Stay alive or die trying” was the five-word text I sent to myself this morning because I thought it was funny. Made it up myself, a pun on Fifty’s “Get Rich or Die Trying” album. Felt excited when I heard the text notification then realised it was from myself … foiled again! I text me a lot … shit I find on the net that’s cool or some writing that I wanna use for later. Not sure how just yet but I will. In the words of the King to the Pissboy: “Keep searching keep searching you’ll find it.”
… a woman woke up halfway through her life and thought “I gotta do something, about where we’re going.” So she did. If all roads lead to Rome, then Rome leads to all roads. Haven’t even thought of a title yet but that’s cool, there’s something to be said for starting before you’re ready especially when there’s a lot to be said. (ESPECIALLY when you’re back from the dead) Ugh I’m rusty at writing sorry .. hey Computer lets channel Picard: “Computer, set a course for home.” “Rome?” “No .. Home.” Fifty-fucken-three years old and I still have no idea what I’m doing. But I’m still here and so are you and if you don’t think that’s magical then let’s make it so.
I call days like today “tricky” and I could describe why but I don’t want to re-live it. Nobody I know has died so it could be worse *shrug emoji* I fed the cat, blew out the fancy candles brushed my teeth thanked God for the Grace and am now ensconced in bed. We’ll Triantiwontigongolope again tomorrow, shall we?
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