I write about my life. Any questions?
It's choppy, it's incorrect and it's exactly what I wanted. A little slice of my temporary insanity from last fall.
Seven and a half miles. That’s how long it took me to figure out I hadn’t done it right. I sat all night, wondering, yet laughing through everything happening. The dumb jokes, guest stories, co-worker whining and I still managed to get through it without asking a single question. We’d gone to the Potbelly and I waited. I resisted asking the whole drive back