- Wheat hangover.
- I swear when I look at the food bowl. I forgot she wasn’t supposed to eat after 6pm. No one’s in when I call the office, so I’ll have to take my chances.
- A solitary construction worker gazing out over the edge of the escarpment onto the hazy city below.
- Are you remembering or imagining?
- I’m on the verge of panic by the time dinner rolls around. Too much conflict, too many needs, too little time, too little me.
- The cone of shame degrades us all.
- He reminds me I said the same thing four years ago: too selfish. He reminds me that I chose love over fear. He reminds me I have a choice this time, too.
- Four hours of conflicting emotions. I try to explain but never make myself clear. Tears I can’t entirely blame on hormones.
- Genoa salami on white with butter.
- These late nights are killing me.
