I’m moving tomorrow, although it feels not really like I’m moving tomorrow. Certainly my body must be in a state of shock right now because I really can’t feel anything other than the normal anxiety that delights my mind any given day. I don’t say that to sound dramatic, not in the least. I say that because I want to truthfully tell you how different I feel as opposed to how different I will be.
Let’s start with today.
I haven’t shown my mother off as the beast I tend to when I shred every exasperated thought I have about her to my boyfriend John today. I think I’ve begun to notice a pattern with her. But I’ll tell you about that later. The idea needs to cook before I spit it out to you.
What else happened today, let me… umm, uhhhhh agsfuyaerbseukyr I have memory problems! I know that won’t change, so I won’t talk about it much.
Okay I’m done talking about tomorrow. How about how I think tomorrow will go.
Nevermind I’m bored of this now. I’m going to go read.