dear wrong diary,
i was going to get up. wrong. i was going to put on clean pajamas after a shower. wrong and wrong again. i was going to brush my teeth because i didn't get around to it last night again before i went to bed. wrong. i was going to run by dads and get the sack of tiny potatoes i forgot and maybe cook them up this evening with the pork tenderloins i'd thawed to make for dinner. wrong. i even thought about participating in life today, even briefly, if possible. wrong. i'm not going to leave forty one posts on the menu for this week either because that would be absolutely wrong. this is the one thing i shall do right.
i was going to get up. wrong. i was going to put on clean pajamas after a shower. wrong and wrong again. i was going to brush my teeth because i didn't get around to it last night again before i went to bed. wrong. i was going to run by dads and get the sack of tiny potatoes i forgot and maybe cook them up this evening with the pork tenderloins i'd thawed to make for dinner. wrong. i even thought about participating in life today, even briefly, if possible. wrong. i'm not going to leave forty one posts on the menu for this week either because that would be absolutely wrong. this is the one thing i shall do right.
