Month: December 2018

Is it a coincidence that the same day I started trying to write again is a day where I stayed up way too late drinking leftover beer from what I brought to Curt’s party?  It has be consumed at some point, I suppose. Writing on my phone feels more comfortable than I would have ever…

I have to get better about writing blogs or journals or whatever they might be better known as.  I’ve always wanted to keep a journal that tracks the peculiars of each day, in hopes that I might read back on them some day and smile.  What I end up writing about more times than not…