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Dear morning journal,
Stop staring at me.
Seriously.
Your puppy dog eyes aren't helping me. In fact, nothing is helping me. I'm repeatedly filling my brain with junk food media today and I can't get my head on anything positive. Don't you dare give me that pathetic wounded stare. Because if I open you and write in you, I might discover that I actually want to stay in reading deprivation. At least part-time. And that sounds just horrible.
Or wonderful.
OK, so I acknowledge that if I don't write in you every morning I get cranky. I blame it on other stuff. It's just like if I don't shower-- my day is absolute **** thereafter. Fine. FIIIIINE. I'll take you to lunch and I'll write, already. Are you satisfied? ARE YOU SATISFIED, JOURNAL?
Please advise.
LSPE
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