Amenaza desde arriba. in Cold comfort of the in between.

  • March 13, 2016, 3:48 p.m.
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I don ‘t know whether the treat is my mind or the darkness that constantly looms. I don’t know that I’ll ever figure it out either. I guess that’s the mystery that keeps the journey going.

Husband found out that the tax money is finally coming in. We should have it March 17th. I guess that will be the lucky day for us, huh.

I’m so out of it this morning, all the words I type are coming out jumbled. I’m not drunk, I swear!

I’m going to a movie this morning with Mom, Husband, Daughter, and Brother-in-law. We have been going to more movies in the last six months, and it is very nice. I missed going to the movies. It used to be out favourite thing. Other than Disneyland.

We’re not going to make in on our brief trip to Washington next weekend. Brother-in-law just doesn’t have enough money. And that’s fine. We’re going to try again for May.

I need to get ready now. Too tired to write anyway apparently. It took me five times to write that last word.


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