Feeling a bit naughty. Must be all the reading of exciting writings I have been filling today up with. And it has affected me. But no real outlet. Not for me. I just keep heaping the fuel on the fire. And I burn with no end in sight.
Can’t imagine the future. It is always so hard to know. Because my present is so variable. No sure things here. Roll the dice and hope to get lucky. I say hope, not pray, because that would be like begging, and I only beg when told to.
