Usually I don’t go more than a few days without writing in my diary. This month, however, has been the exception. On September 9 I wrote, “Today, God gave me a salad” and my next entry is September 24: “I can’t find the words.”
Tonight I went to Target for face wash…and ended up staying an hour and a half. I think I mostly liked being alone. Lately I’ve been wanting to see a movie by myself, but until The Perks of Being a Wallflower is released there’s nothing I want to see. I almost bought the book at Target tonight, but stopped myself from being impulsive and flipped through a magazine instead.
I came home, made dinner at nine o’clock. Played the new Mumford cd and ate by candlelight. Picked up my diary and began to write…