September 7, 2013
I ask your forgiveness in advanced, but I must unload the disorganized clutter in my brain that is driving me mad, notwithstanding that I have no one I feel comfortable sharing this with but you, as anonymous. But my tight hips are worrisome. The government shutdown and other political hysteria portending a worldwide collapse. The dishes rotting in the kitchen. The corn syrup in the soda I just drank, in which, I most monumentally declare, "I DO NOT DRINK SODA!." The chances I didn't take, the books I will never read, the brain cells that died in their prime, etc.