I don't really have much to say.
My head has felt rather light.
And so have my shoulders,
that can only be a good thing.
Except when I woke up this morning I had a headache,
or at least I dreamt that I had a headache, and it stayed with me.
Or is it the other way around?
I'm not sure.
I told myself last night that, in the morning, I need to use a small bowl for Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, not an oversized bowl.
When morning came, I used the oversized one.
It's the reason I get out of bed.
That and my job, I guess. But more so the Cheerios.
On the bus this morning, I tried to remember:
Posture is key.
The hunchback look is easy to assume,
however, not easy on the eyes though. Especially from a perspective other than my own.
Some lady yelled at me in the elevator for having a tattoo.
Her rude looks and verbal accusations were cut short when the door closed between us.
I wanted to yell back at her for wearing stretch pants, but no,
I'm the bigger person.
She also had a dumb hairdo. Real frizzy.
Walking outside in the Fall air makes me happy. It makes me think of days past, but at the same time, makes me feel more alive than ever. It has something to do with the color of the sunsets, or the smell in the air, or the crisp temperatures. I'm not sure, but it's good. Real good.
I'm sure this doesn't make sense, it's not intended to, it's just a spree of thoughts sent to the keyboard.
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Cya.
