Extract

Living in Fiasco land
Saturday June 18th
9:00 p.m.

I can’t believe I am once more on the rack of romance.
And also in the oven of luuurve.
And possibly on my way to the bakery of pain.
And maybe even going to stop along the way to get a little cake at the cake shop of agony.
Shut up, brain. Shut up.
Looking out of my bedroom window at the stars

9:01 p.m.
It says in my Meditation for the Very Backwards book that it is soothing looking at the universe and stars and everything.
Ommmm.