Saturday, July 24, 2004
Last night before bed I pulled out a book to read myself to sleep to. Before I opened it, however, I thought about something The Father did this week that has made me bitter toward him. I brooded for a full half hour on that and related subjects until I finally glanced at the book in my hands and realized how much time I had spent glowering through it.
It is time to move out.
After I sip the last of my soda pop I must prepare myself for work, which is always a trial.
It is time for school.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:57 AM]