the other night where I can’t let myself go to bed. Not yet. Emma feeling a bit better, and I’m in need of some quiet time for writing and maybe just good ol’ fashioned laziness— Did I just hear kids outside, riding a scooter down the sidewalk, something? Curved my concentration and my thought pattern now I’m a mess.
Oh how I hate clutter, and filth. Not that the inside of this house is filthy. But my car is. And I hate it. First purchase after first big deal: new car. A BMW SUV, I think.
Thought I heard Jackie sneaking around upstairs, walking toward the stairs, wanting to peek down and see what I was doing, get me upstairs with his cute little attitude and effusive curiosity, which always works with me (not so much with Mama, as she’s the real parent, seriously, I need to follow her lead more, it’s true…).
Checks, a coffee cup, a belt (what the fuck?), and a receipt from … yeah, the other night. Have to get all this shit off the desk. Change, change, CHANGE! You can change, you lazy bloody writer!