Day 287. We ate sushi thigh to thigh on the couch that I loathe with the red cushions.

Day 284. Sometimes, I wonder why I haven't produced a full novel. I don't feel the thrust to do it.

Day 283. I will cry about this the way we all do when August ends.

Day 282. Little revelations like footprints in puddles. 

Day 281. God cannot help us; God will not save us. God cannot absolve us from pain or make things better.

Day 280. What happens when you live your life in the same preplanned way as everyone else?