I organized every last piece of paper, partially to avoid other tasks. I organized my purse. I organized stuff in my home. I combed out my hair. I shopped for glasses, but the styles they've had for five years look bad on me. I came to the Japanese food court and the Apple Store. I am supposed to deal with some other stuff. I have the papers in my backpack, but the music is too raucous.
I am getting close to 6,000 views of my blog; two comments.
I write things. I write restaurant reviews, letters to CEO's, letters of complaint, a recipe for spicy tofu, an article on how to cook with cast iron pots. I write them in my notebook. That's where they are right now, in a composition book in my backpack.
I am getting close to 6,000 views of my blog; two comments.
I write things. I write restaurant reviews, letters to CEO's, letters of complaint, a recipe for spicy tofu, an article on how to cook with cast iron pots. I write them in my notebook. That's where they are right now, in a composition book in my backpack.