took a jog around kezar and hauled my dad to the gym at UCSF. quick bread-run to arizmendi bakery with my mother, and fixed a simple dinner with left-overs. i am wanted for a piece on my grandfather's death anniversary and the church newsletter. i want to pray and i need the words. then i need God to speak to my courage
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I have this hilarious symptom of- Lost bone-mass, muscle-sags, and sleep till I can't. Thinking of how to accomplish things in the nothing mores and nothing less.
I must be turning into a counterpart of Ricky Gervais...
there's a new sun! that's always lost then found, in the one-hour less always forgetful at how threadbare my sweaters, and cold, unreached by heat the one-week left: Mercy, by name and trade.
this, the second stroll, for the living girl who only walks once.
In winter I miss the best and most loved, eat clementines for the cold and citrus smell; renew that dusty sound and forget midterms are midterms are mid terms.