NaPoWriMo is over so that’s good.
We’re out of milk so I can’t eat cereal.
Brother gets unreasonably angry.
Mom, I know all there is to know about her, or, at least, I know all I will ever know about her. As far as she has anything to do with it. Hmm.
Need to write a book. Trying poetry so far. Easiest but probably least market? Not sure.
Can self publish whatever on Amazon, right? But… no guarantee of readers!
I just really want some milk for my cereal right now. God this is agony.
I don’t know why brother is so angry at me. This is unreasonable.
Everyone in my family is a piece of shit but I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore. And all I’m doing is summoning Wario. In between, things don’t matter. I feel like my episodic (0.3 Hz) depression is acting up. Sigh…
What else. It doesn’t matter…