May 30, 2019
Not particularly happy with this batch writing-wise. But I am happy with this month, Pa. Feels like a hard slog, but when around positive people--the slog becomes bearable and tranforms into something strangely beautiful, yes? It's corny but I imagine you'd be nodding your head. The entry two days back are random Radiohead lyrics. The other day I was daydreaming about Thom Yorke being my father. He'd have this lovely laugh at breakfast. He'd be humming a song. He'd be cranky or jokey, either way he'd be my dad and all is well. I have these fantasies sometimes.