I don’t know if the faint light behind curtains is going to make me smile everyday, and maybe it shouldn’t.
Even as I am looking at them morosely and wondering why all mornings cannot be the same, the day begins to yawn quickly into nights and I have nothing accomplished to show you.
The lightness in my smiles weighs the thoughts within me in measured interruptions.
In short, Lorelai Gilmore calls the voices in her head Clem & Clem.
If I could be that funny to the voices in my head, they would shrink and become dust.
But they have serious names, one is yousuck and the other is seriously.
They are both talking to me now.
Tomorrow I will come up with better names, I promise.