Yesterday I dropped a watch in the toilet, forgot about it and later it got flushed. Also, I forgot to write.
I've written every day since September 10th. Every single day. Even the first seven days in November when I was delirious with fever and was clinging to life by a thread (that's stretching things a bit, but it felt that way at the time.) This week has been rotten. And this makes me incredibly sad. A few months ago I woke up late at night, remembered that I hadn't written that day and rushed to record a simple poem. It wasn't much but it was still something. I didn't even do that yesterday. I was too busy watching the
Okay, enough of that. Time to be positive again. The sun is out. That's something to praise the Lord for. Other than that I really can't think of much. I guess I should be thankful that even though I forgot yesterday, I can still sit here and write this today. And I can write tomorrow and the day after that, and all the days for the rest of my life if I want. I should be thankful that I learned to write at all. I should be thankful that I live in a place where I have teachers and principals and professors and other students all around me.
I am thankful. I'm done writing now, for today. But I'll be back tomorrow.
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