Day 81: Black lives matter.

I felt strange two days ago not posting about Alton Sterling, and then yesterday Philando Castile was shot and killed in a neighborhood I know. I wrote a lot, then, and decided to wait a day before sharing. Between now and then, five police died at the hands of a sniper.

I feel very, very sad today. I am not alone. Everyone in America is sad today.

Day 75: Things I thought about writing but didn't write

  • Being a fat chick at Target
  • How every department but the women's section has great clothes with unicorns on them.
  • Related: Can we stop with the pompoms and fringe please.
  • Game of Thrones.
  • How tired I am of this project
  • Camping again
  • I did the down part of a full pushup sixteen times yesterday and I felt like a beast.
  • I did the down part of a full pushup sixteen times yesterday and now my arms can't decide if they a) never want to do that again or b) want to do that all the time.

Day 73: Lightning.

In a scary movie when something goes wrong, a LOT of things go wrong. Maybe the tent won't stand up, and then there's a forest fire, and then somebody twists an ankle, and then a bear shows up, and then the fire surprise attacks from some new angle, and then maybe there's a scary bad guy, and then, finally, you make it out all sweat stained but with a clear lesson that life is beautiful if only because you have it. Like Jurassic Park.

Day 72: Out of season.

A girl laying in the dead leaves, orange light on her face from the sodium streetlight and she feels so sad, she feels like an empty fountain ready for winter, she is the wrong season, she is bursting buds in the middle of October, ready to go, ready to bloom, pent up and whipped in the wind. She lays in the dead leaves and takes instagram pictures. She feels the leaves in her hair and notices her makeup. She thinks about young people and she thinks about what nine years mean to each of us. The leaves crunch under her head.

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