Here are some characters from a spot up North where 50-year-old log cabins sit in the woods and women in cowboy hats wade in lakes and men sleep on grape juice bottles and the trout are very easy to catch if you have a vocal dog helping you out.
Happy Monday neighbor.
This week’s story is all about why my eyes hurt. I’m really tired of feeling inadequate after spending 40 hours a week at school, and consequently sleep deprived; and that sense of dread about my college decision. It’s a bummy thought, but there it is.
Edit: Or maybe I just need a new prescription.
It’s not finals week around here anymore, but the artificial need for coffee remains as dire as ever. Happy Spring quarter! Stay happy, healthy, and hydrated! And if that means sustaining yourself with warm bean nectar, by all means you do you honey.
I’ve been warned to beware my energy output when it comes to things, and yet, things are everywhere. We are things ourselves. Things happen. Things change. Things fall into our laps and things break. Things fill life and fill us in turn.
A few weeks ago I was killing time at Whole Foods and overheard a conversation between two women sipping tea and kale salad. One asked the other for advice on how to build a resume after her making a recent decision to go back to work.
Like Shirley, I’m gonna try this blogging thing again. Since I spend so much time drawing strangers and processing my thoughts on paper I figured I might as well scan and share them with you, dear reader.
Thanks for sticking around, have an awesome day.