there's always the buggy
But for the weather I would be there.
A journal of questionable quality
All was well. Just so long as I continue to take my 'don't kill the neighbours' pills, at a moderately increased dosage. Lucky for everyone I suppose.
It's all too hard some weeks, it really is.
Is there even such a word? I don't care—it's a word if I use it. Simple.
And so, gleefully, the 'reportage' for the week. Possibly the month.
Friday. Always Friday. Seems to be the day I stay still long enough to add some video.
Cabs have been good to me over the years. Fond memories,
I forget how I managed to get on to the subject:
Autumn and I have never managed to get on. People tell me of the beauty of the colours of the leaves, and all I think is that next week the trees will be bare and stark.
Now that I have depressed myself....