It’s Tuesday. Forrest Gump’s mother died on a Tuesday.
July has begun. I am forgiven. God remembers nothing.
Since I have three rooms in my apartment and everyone had to checkout after the first show, Jeni is going to stay in one room until Saturday. This Saturday may work out for Deep Creek, but were still not sure.
My Fair Lady has come and gone. Last night after strike I tried to talk to Marisa about the Lord, but I’m not sure she was listening. Help her God. Like us all, she can’t find you alone.
So, July has begun. Forty-eight days until I’m 21.
I watched Sesame Street this morning. I’ll have to do that more often.