A Gruesome Thursday

“‘Thursday.’ She stood up. ‘My God,’ she said, and sat down again with a moan. ‘It’s too gruesome.'” – Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

A post organized like my mind:

Today, I’ve written six lists. It’s only 4 P.M.

When I looked out the window this morning, it was sunny. I dressed for 55 degree weather. When I walked outside, it was 35 degrees. My teeth chattered on my stroll back from lunch.

I have three days, two essays, three parties, and two suitcases to pack before I leave D.C. I have shuttles to book, cupcakes to order, letters to write, and laundry to do.

My plan goes something like this: coffee, write, tea, sing, coffee, pack, write, tea, coffee, ship, write,coffee, pack, order, coffee, write, sleep. I may swear off coffee after this week.

I have six lists, three days, and a head that may implode.

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