Litter.

Sometime ago, I drove past a boy walking on a grass median between two busy roads.
He looked real focused.
Out of nowhere, a paper or a discarded grocery bag or perhaps a wendy's bag tumbled into his path.
Know what he did?
He kicked it. He kicked it with such gusto you would think the litter had personally affronted him.
He looked real mad.

I laughed all the way to school.

I spent last weekend and this weekend at my family's house. I don't know.. I just needed a break. I needed a little cooping up.

And it was nice.

I'm having plastic surgery this week.
I have to spend the night in the hospital.
I'm afraid.
I hope I get my very own room.