So after conferring with my mom, I am now aware that mother's little helper was valium, not qualuuds. How boring. My mom said that every time her mother went to the doctor they gave her a scrip for valium. Even if it was an ear ache. Another night of watching netfix movies. Been trying to write my story, having little luck. Everytime I sit down to write I am all over the place. Writing about the different character's backgrounds, hopes, wishes...It is hard to get to the point, or plot of story. I know it will all come to me eventually. I've only been writing for a month. It takes some writers years to finish a novel.
My youngest brother came home today from college. As usual he didn't want to spend any time with me. I know I am 14yrs older than him, but it still bothers me. I remember him as an adorable white haired little toddler. I guess I do live in the past too much.
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