Sometimes I feel like such a temporary barely adequate thing in peoples lives. Like a cup of any-size-for-one-dollar gas station coffee. That kind of half hot chocolate, half coffee, doesn’t taste like either sort of drink. Cheaper than a bottle of water?

It’s fun, because I feel so unneeded and irrelevant yet I’m mostly fine with it. I’ve been seeing it as “Just The Way It Is” lately. Seems I just have to find my way around it some how.

Who knows?? I’m indecisive about everything but I love chocolate and dreaming and daydreaming.