I heard earlier. Thanks, though.

I started accidentally writing February 28 half way through the month. But I think I got the beginning of a poem. Certainly captured my mood.

Wait. What?

Glenn who?

I am not proud of the 10+ hours I spend consuming current events journalism recreationally, and I clearly need a boyfriend, but I haven't heard this complaint.

I wonder how long it would take me to stop trying to brush away the white whatever on his nose, if I ever did.

I wish that were true.