scattered…

my brain, that is. 

smothered and covered with a million different things. . .and the inability to form coherent, let alone entertaining, sentences today. 

perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to tell the story of my dogs bathroom habits or the really sweaty man at the gym who tries to keep up with me on on the treadmill. . .but right now, all I want to do is go play in traffic.

 

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