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This is about me. (Just kidding. Some of it is. Some of it is about my weekend.) The rest is me.

  • Writer: L. Adams
    L. Adams
  • Mar 9, 2020
  • 2 min read

It seems like quite a while since I posted. I was going to write about my weekend, but I’m not sure how this post will turn out. I think I’ll go the way the wind blows.


I had the best weekend. Seriously. You all know how it goes for you and a good friend. An old friend. Someone you would trust with your life. Yaaaa, it was good times, good vibes, good company, and always, always good coffee. And serious sleep depravity. Haha those nights rocked.

I got sick for a little bit. Nausea, headaches, all that barf. But I‘m better now. And this week is going to be good. I WILL have a good day tomorrow at work, and the next. And then on Thursday, I will hang out with my sister and my cousins. Yay.

The writing assignment for this week was to write a myth of how something started, or is. I wrote a myth on life and death. It’s not very good. Self criticism here. It’s okay though, considering how much I was not in the mood, and did not have any inspiration.

After I wrote the myth, I wrote poetry. It was weird and didn’t make sense. And I didn’t know where it came from. Ya’ll ever have that happen to you? You writers? Where you are in a ‘mood’ and you write something down, and you don’t understand it and you don’t know where it came from. That’s what happened. I’m not going to post it though; I like to respect people’s sensibilities. Such as ‘I’m eating!!’ and ‘I will barf and I will use you as my pan if you don’t shut up right now.’ Those two sentences erupt at our house quite a bit when I sit at the table. I must have the unfortunate talent of bringing up supposedly gross topics when we are eating.

I can‘t help it. I view myself as the ‘Collector of Facts No-one Needs to Know’. And then I guess I feel it is my duty to make sure you know them anyway.

I feel like I accomplished a lot today. Tonight I will sleep the sleep of a righteous man. The sweet sleep of a working man. The-


Enough clichés. Laughter. Let’s see what I dream about tonight. Let’s see if I won’t dream tonight. Hahaha good joke. That never happens unless I specifically pray for it.

Toodles schnitzels. Have a good week. Insert star-faced and party hat emoticons.



 
 
 

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Mar 10, 2020

Absolutely you should Abigail.

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ginger lyric
ginger lyric
Mar 10, 2020

every body is so full of happy tears.

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L. Adams
L. Adams
Mar 10, 2020

Thankyou!! Courage to you:)

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Abigail Unruh
Abigail Unruh
Mar 10, 2020

love reading your ramblings! 😍 I've been thinking about the night I couldn't sleep and did everything to start a blog except the final step and then gave up and never actually did it. I'll just keep reading yours and maybe one of these days I'll get the nerve up to do it myself. It's on my bucket list! ;)

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Marci Leatherman
Marci Leatherman
Mar 10, 2020

Oh wow I really want to read your poem.

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