I wanna get my motorcycle license. I wonder when that can happen…
Someday I’ll get married. There will be big windows and dancing.
What time do I have to be up tomorrow?
What did L’Engle mean when she said our divinity was in our mystery? Did she say that at all? Was she quoting someone else?
What mystery is in me?
I don’t know if God listens when I pray the same thing over and over.
I bet He likes when I shake things up a bit.
What does tomorrow look like?
Shit, I was supposed to send those emails out already.
Oh man, why am I still awake?
How did I get such a beautiful bed, and a backyard, and I forgot to put my clothes away again.
I hope Miriam doesn’t trip on the bag I left in the middle of the floor again.
Did I brush my teeth?
God is good.
Should I be up wandering around the city?
I used to want different things.
One day I’ll get married. The old Mexican woman in Queens told me so, she told me to be patient.
I should try and wake up earlier tomorrow.
Why do I keep using the pillow that goes flat? Someone should invent a pillow that feels like a hand under my head.
My hand is asleep again.