As always, procrastination is a tool to sabotage my plans. Too late to register for the upcoming Fall semester at Wesleyan.
Not the best day going, nor the worst, freeing me to make much more of little things. An emotional tug of war of being happy for a sister’s plans of a new home that needs to destroy my memory of it as my parents’ and my own of childhood days.
A sign placed in a window on its back, unreadable, useless as a marketing tool–why would they do that?
Four of our male friends are listed on Match.com.
And I want to run away from home.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Procrastination-how well I know it too !! 🙂