4:54pm
If I feel closest to home while staring at the ocean, I feel furthest in the shower when my
brown hands on my white belly seem like someone else's.
I fear my loves that I have done nothing with my day that could represent a reason for me to be away. I did have a swim and did 3 more laps than yesterday, but it required a great amount of effort to do even that. I slept through most of the best sunshine today. And I cried. I haven't done that in a while. I'm really really ready to go home.
5:29pm
I'm listening to Nirvana. If you know me at all, that should tell you a lot about the kind of
day I'm having.
7:30pm
I just finished writing a song that I'm super proud of. (uhoh, sentence ended with a
preposition) It has radio friendly structure and lyrics that are only mildly corny. Most of all, it
is really fun to sing. I hope I like it as much tomorrow. That's the real test. I wonder if all the
songs I'm writing here on Steve's splendid twelve-string will sound different at home on my
daddy's. I wonder if daddy has been playing his since I've been gone. I hope so.
I guess this is not such an unproductive day after all. 7:34pm
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