over ten minutes left. Already posted three times. Thinking about tonight, maybe taking myself out, having some wine when home, early bed so I can try to run in the morning rather than at lunch. My birthday, 5 days from where I sit. Shit… how. Why does time fuck with me like this. Who cares. Keep writing. Finish your goddamn book already, would you Mikey?
Last sips of the latte tasting funny. I laugh at myself. Why not. You think I’m gong to let this goddamn cup ruin the day I’m having, what I’m feeling after that presentation of the company’s platform that I as only able to access late last week for the first time? NO… This high will be enjoyed.