Ice Cream

I don’t know what I’m doing.
I ate too much ice cream last night.
And cheese and drank beer.
So I ran a very slow 4.4 miles this morning.
I’m trying to get into a groove.
And I’ve eaten nothing all day
except coffee
and I still feel gross.
What a rip-off.
It was worth it.

I start this job tomorrow.
Because the job I really want is holding out
and I have to start making money.
Now I’m a host.
We’ll see how this goes.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
“Who does?!”
He says.
He was always really ok with that.
Supporting indecisiveness. 

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