Rain on a freshly grated sneaker day. What didn’t work yesterday still didn’t work. The brush slipped from my hand and plopped on the face of the painting. I was just too tired to do anything else. After grinding coffee beans, I realized I was out of filters. Right after I popped them in, a time sale started. I get run over by a cyclist with an unlit phone. Cold wind from the heater again tonight (hell no!). Who’s getting excited at 2 am under the balcony? I like that you seem to be living a loose life and not having any worries! I was told.
I’m trying to purify my gloomy, gloomy feelings, please, Billiken-san. Oh, that. What’s that? I’m feeling a bit fluffy. Please visit —–. My heart became warm, light, and happy!