I missed calling my mom this weekend. No matter what my excuses are it still boils down to me not wanting to rehas old times and not so old times. You can't possibly tell a story that many times to the same person and not remember.
I didn't want to get up this morning and yet here I am. I tell myself I'm creating a morning routine: tidy the kitchen, make Mike breakfast, make myself hot chocolate, scribble in journal then read. That will all be scrambled once school starts. Still, it brings me away from the tv for a bit.
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