I spy 1. 2... 3 empty bottles of wine. Also, a half empty bottle in the refrigerator... and a half empty glass at my bedside.
I honestly don't remember writing most of what's writen... and I've fought with myself to leave it posted.
I did delete my "please forgive me" post... since there's nothing to forgive.
I drove to the nearest 711 to buy cloves. By myself. Auddie was nice to me and didn't die. It was a lovely thing. The weather makes driving seem like a sort of therapy.
No music, dull sky, windows rolled down, slightly hungover, and I'm in my ugly sweater that reminds me of oatmeal.
Today will be nothing special.
...What is it about Sundays? Everything is so quiet.