2/28/20 When or why is the right time to make a blog post? Fuck me & my brain I called writing in my diary a blog post. Sure, the outcome is going on an internet diary, which is just a bastardized way of saying blog. It’s all semantics. Is a diary for recounting or reflecting?Continue reading “.38”
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Consume
2/27/20 Meh. Just gotta write 250 words then type the shit, take a picture, & try to get it up in time for people to see it. And here’s the secret: (this is late). I try my hardest but everything goes to quickly sometimes. Will it always be like this, or has it always beenContinue reading “Consume”
Hives
2/26/20 Oh how diseases grow like humans: slightly, then all at once, then in the weirdest places, then, just as it starts to feel permanent, it vanishes. We are the bacteria striving to succeed; working to reproduce and & leave a legacy loathing with growth, loss, death, life. Where do we go? How do weContinue reading “Hives”
Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease
2/25/20 I left work early today. Marie skipped her first class to take Amelia to the doctor’s. Our plan was to meet at home before her 1:30pm class. I left work around 12:20 & by the time I got home Marie was given a note excusing her from the rest of her classes this week.Continue reading “Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease”
Bean Juice
2/24/20 If today wasn’t a day then I don’t know what is. Work came & passed. I got done what I could, took a small walk, and had a long lunch. Marie & I went to a Salvadorian restaurant for pupusas, but it was cash only. Both our cars needed oil so we put someContinue reading “Bean Juice”
Bastion
2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”
Seven Billion 24’s
2/22/20 Where do I begin today? How do you pick a moment of recollect from a full 24 hours? If you took one 24 hour chunk from everyone in the world you’d have over 7 billion days, experiences, instances just gone. Think of what we could get done with 7 billion 24s working as one.Continue reading “Seven Billion 24’s”
French Toast
2/21/20 I almost didn’t write in my diary today. Not that I wanted to ignore it, but in reality it’s the morning after yesterday and I’m writing this at the kitchen counter cooking French toast.
Kind of Consistent
2/20/20 I started keeping a daily diary over a month ago—about one month, one day. As assumed, my life is no more different. Of course, I am writing every day, and this is my first non-school-related literary project that I have stuck with so consistently. I have found flexibility in a daily diary; I canContinue reading “Kind of Consistent”
Refund
2/19/20 I wonder what happened today. If I can’t remember something is that becaust it was too big or too small to be remembered? Not to say that I remember nothing, but more to say that I worry I remember nothing correctly. How can I recall with 100% accuracy? My memory works like yours. ButContinue reading “Refund”
Drive In
2/18/20 Sometimes I want to be alone. I’ve had thoughts about what I’d do if Amelia & Marie died & I was alone. But then the reality of the situation arises and I realize I’d be hollow for quite a while.
Celestial Paperwork
2/17/20 It was the end of my 3-day weekend and I didn’t feel stressed. The day went. I woke up slow, let the day glide, and enjoyed the morning. Amelia & I arrived at her class around 8:50am, just in time for breakfast. We sat together & she ate peaches & cheerios. We washed ourContinue reading “Celestial Paperwork”
3-Day Weekend
2/16/20 It was a good day. I got new running shoes so I don’t break my feet before August, we went to Amelia’s callback, and we set up times for an audition and photo shoot. It is still weird to me, but any nest egg for her college, or life, is enough. We got home,Continue reading “3-Day Weekend”
E.R.
2/15/20 It was an interesting day. I stated up very late with Marie last night, & we both woke up early. There was a casting call in Folsom nearby, so Marie convinced me to go with her & Amelia. It was technically a casting call for infants/children, but they also want families. When we wereContinue reading “E.R.”
Contractual Obligations
2/14/20 It was Valentine’s Day. I will not say much about the holiday. Marie got me slippers. I got her roses & a waffle press. Amelia got the inflated mylar balloon got me. The evening was going well. Marie was working on the kitchen, and Amelia & I were playing. I was going to washContinue reading “Contractual Obligations”
21,915 Days
2/13/20 Today was my mom’s birthday. She turned 60. She’s over twice my age. That’s always weird to think about. At one point in my life she was 35 times my age. What an odd idea—age difference remaining the same, but age ratio changing greatly over a lifetime.
Birds
2/12/20 There is a section in the parking lot of the business park where I work at that touches life. In the back, left corner (if facing North—so, technically, the north-west corner) there is a calf-high concrete jut fixed nicely by a fence. The fence is lifted to my left, a possible path for parolingContinue reading “Birds”
Kid Jokes
2/11/20 I told jokes again. It went well. I used the same set from last week, but rearranged it a little to change the flow. The audience responded well to it, which is always nice. It’s very satisfying when the audience trusts you because you can trust them, too.
Three Penny
2/10/20 Another day gone, another day older, another moment lived. I know for a fact that Monday, February 10th, 2020 will not live on in infamy within my psyche. For the most part I remained the same. My physical form did not dissolve into the ether &, for the most part, I am still aContinue reading “Three Penny”
Bow
2/9/20 Sundays are boxes with bows: mysteries glammed up to entice a willing explorer to take a chance. True, the box is not wrapped, just bowed. So maybe the cardboard exterior isn’t the prettiest, but the pow—a twist and turn of pink & purple ribbon—makes any beige cube rather intriguing.
Ed Boy 