It's old. It's bright. It's white. It's my view of the kitchen. I don't know. I just like it. It is a little vision of domestic bliss.
I have nothing to tell you today. I went to dinner with my mother at her neighbors in the afternoon. It was fine. I did get a text from a girl promoting her visual charms. Other than that, the day is a blank.
I go to the doc today for my annual. What fresh hell will this bring?
The day is grey. I am sad.
That's not even good conversation.
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